Wild One

My soul (should i have actually have one) is wandering places you cannot follow

and as much as i may lament my solitude,

i will dance in the rain with my daughter,

pulling every drop from the clouds

and pressing them close to my heart.

Because it's the rain that turns me into fire.

It's the rain that puts embers in my flesh

and conflagration in my eyes.

It's the rain that names me Aramusha

and begets the frenzied bravery i will need to trek onward home