There is a kind of weather where you feel naked, floating in a warm bath.
\nA gush of wind imitates water as it brushes past.
\nYour fingers create rippling rings in puddles you touch
\nAnd in those moments, you can’t help but notice the world is quiet and hushed.
\nSlowly you watch the ripples ebb to their limit,
\nAnd it reminds you that this world is merely a planet
\nThat waxes and wanes, and rushes like warm water.
\nBut you know it’s more than just nature to an author,
\nIt’s a place where wind makes you feel vulnerable and licks at your skin
\nand the rare occurrence of weather like this, renews life in your heart yet again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There is a kind of weather where you feel naked, floating in a warm bath. A gush of wind imitates<\/p>\n