Waiting for Rain

An experiment with form, this poem differs from my more typical writings. It was a good exercise, though I'm interested to know if other people find it effective or not.

i feel the weather in my stomach;

it travels and expands

      throughout my lungs.

the atmosphere fills every capillary

            of my windswept body

until i only want

      to trickle

my insecurities

            out of the world

            and leave them

to be soaked up

      by the parched ground.

      

a storm is brewing.

 

i want to drive,

            somewhere

            (anywhere),

stand in the pouring shower,

      face towards the clouds,

      eyes closed

and just let go.

Reviews

[Miu]

Very nicely done! Keep up the good work. :)