thunderstorm warnings

when did i first forget what it felt like

to have my arms stretched wide open in a storm?

it may seem a bit manic, but

thunderstorm warnings

never really scared me when i was younger

as i planted my feet firmly in the muddied garden,

and tilted my head back to the sky,

letting the air lift the hair from my neck and

fill my lungs with every bit of relief i needed to feel

for those of us who can’t find it in the calm,

the storm becomes our refuge.

Drizzle to Hurricane

You were the citizen
And I was the storm.
Were you ready for a downpour?
Am I still a drizzle?

Message for all citizens:
“Please seek shelter.”
Didn’t you get the message?
Didn’t you hear their plea?

I am not responsible
for the water damage--
in your house or lungs--
I am not responsible for your drowning.

Rain will be my acid,
But I am credited the petrichor.
I will be credited
I will be credited my own serenity.

So please feel free
to stake your claim, bunker down,
ride out the storm,
take it full force.

Petrichor

I hope her kisses burn your lips with the stale taste of alcohol because they will never be able to match the strawberry creme that you could taste in mine.

And I hope that when it storms you look out at your backyard and I hope you think of me and the destruction that I leave behind, and I hope that you enjoy the petrichor because it will be the last sweet sense that you get from me.