One of Their Kind

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“If you ever
Want your soul
To dance in the clouds,
You will at some point
Have to juggle lightning
And taste
The thunder.”

One happy night
I walked down the side street
Of an old southern town
Lined with frosted trees
And a rain began to pelt
I laughed as they ran for shelter
“Come on Leah, get out of the rain!” They called.
Instead I smiled and lifted my face to the sky
I relented to the violent night
And relished the cool dripping of my wet hair
Down the nape of my neck
As it traced a line along my shoulder blades
I lifted chilled fingers to follow the caress
Then the wind and rain said to me
“you’re mine,”
and I agreed
Yes, I am one of their kind.
-LM Jones

(Quote:Christopher poindexter)

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