everytime the wind blows, it shoots mist through my window.
it sprinkles onto my bare skin
like dust on an empty road.
each rain drop is a drip of feeling.
they coat my skin until every inch of my body is feeling something new.
the cold drops land on my skin and the wind blows further, sending my wet skin into a frenzy of shivers.
the sky lacks colour. the sun is envious of the clouds taking over the sky.
they move in a swirling motion, staring at the sky is like being in a whirlpool of emotions
i feel hollow, but somehow so full. 
something new in me blossoms. 
i feel so real. 

tagged as: rain. poetry. writing. life.