Wet. Fresh. Cleansing.
Deafening in sound.
So loud I can't even think.
So strong I can't open my eyes.
Wind and rain whip around me.
But I feel no fear.
The perfect storm.
Chaos to some,
Serenity to me.
Here, I'm safe.
Here, I can't hurt anyone.
Can't hear the clutter in my head.
My soaking clothes stick to me.
Embrace me.
I sense more than hear the thunder.
Sense more than see the lightning.
Arms outstretched,
Face toward the sky,
I say my final prayer.
"May god strike me down."
My god is kind.
