Stand With Me
The air around me
is muggy.
The scent of fresh rain
on the earth
tickles my nose.
It’s a scent
so specific,
you would only know it
if you had stood
where I am now.
Mountains surround me.
The leaves of the trees
act as a sort of protection
from the rain.
A loud clap of thunder
rattles my bones
as I watch the sky
light up
with purples,
blues,
and white.
The wind envelops me
as I begin to cry.
Every tear.
Every raindrop.
Pulls me closer in,
like nature is saying,
Me too.
I feel the same as you