I want to fall in love
I want to have a reason to shave
I want to paint my fingernails and sing in the rain
I want someone to tell me about their childhood without my having to ask for it
I want long summers,
Dark winters,
And warm, friendly hugs
I'm shouting at the sky and wishing for things
If the weather does this to me, just imagine what you can do
Be an unseasonal thunderstorm
The taste of ozone after every blast
Sound of thunder rolling in my ribcage long after you're gone
Bright in dark
Be a Santa Ana wind
A reprieve from heat but hot even so
The promise of fire where none was asked for
Make me worry
Be a cold coast fog
Jewel the trees, crown the grass
Cloak both good and bad and thus preserve the mystery
Interminable, uniform, close
And gone again, suddenly, burned away by the eye of an unblinking sun
Be the weather
Be my love
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