hydro

The rain’s been falling for days. Puddles grow to vast lakes, and the sun can do nothing now. I’ve been a stationary heart beat watching ripples on water’s surface for years. These lakes mingle into rivers and wash me away. I’ll sleep away this water and awake to a different day of dry land and freedom. The ocean’s left its waves in my hair that trickle down my face, neck, and shoulders, reminding me of a soaked past. But now I finally feel warmth through this saturated skin. The dry air absorbs my lungs, and every breath feels like my first.