hurricane

i'm wishing the sun would come back right now. my window's open because it gets hot in this too-warm apartment. there are strawberry stems in their plastic container with small pieces of good strawberry left on them, but because i didn't want to eat leaf, they're still there. waiting. the not-so-ripe strawberries aren't eaten yet.







and i just heard thunder.
somehow it makes the rain better.

because i know you'll read this.

please offer to carry me through the rain. and then do it.
(my moccasins have a hole in the toe. my feet were bound to get wet.)

because maybe, just maybe, it will be the newest perfect moment for me.






[and by maybe, i mean it will.]

i've seen fire

and i've seen rain.

and this song will never cease to make me cry.
for more than one reason.
thanks, james. part of me knows how you feel.