how real

cloud men grow dark
electric crackle sweet
breeze air the mass of
air rushing over green
the world becomes rain
godshower pounding down
i turn the lights off
take off all my clothes
and step outside into
the pitch black warm rain
wind wants to take me
the rain is solid and
cleans me in an instant
i lean back and toe arc
up into the rain air
naked rising in the dark water
gasping i am taken
vortex bound and thrown
across the sky
i am turned on
new clean young and flying
sweet jesus the drops
into power clouds then
rocketing up too high
i can’t feel the earth
lighter than the rain
screaming and laughing
and then there you are
how real

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