Its dark, its pouring down

Bright flashes strike, cutting through the black of the night.

The cold precipitation melts landing on my hot blooded mammal skin

As I breathe out the juniper berry and cigarette aroma linger in the air

I’m wasted.

But the rain feels good.

I feel like defying nature, yelling into the void “strike me down, make me a lightning rod”

Let me conduct something stronger than what I am

My clothes are soaked though and my shoes are waterlogged

An animal, gutteral scream is released from a long repressed place in my viscera.

I look out onto the endless forest, making solemn witnesses of the pines.

And I begin to run, disappearing into it.