This poem is several memories crammed into one. Enjoy.
Grateful - July 1, 2014
This is the woman who has never feared storms,
who danced in the lightning in the desert.
She has let the gutter rain wash her hair,
and puddles of thunder soak her skirt.
This is the woman who drinks of squalls,
who holds black clouds in her arms.
And yet, when you save her, she is still grateful
that you saved such a wild fool from harm.
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