Water and wanting.

I want it to rain.
I want to feel the drops sting my skin as I walk through the sheets of water.
I want to have my hair lie slick against my scalp.
I want to taste the world in an instant.
I want to run through the puddles like I'm not almost 19.
I want to watch it all just wash away.
I want everyone else to stay inside; I keep the stormiest weather for myself.
I want the colors in this picture of perfection to flow down the streets and into the gutter.
I want to feel human and all too alive.
I want to remember that there are some things I have no control over.
I want to be cleaned by the sky.
I want to feel connected.
I want it all to blur together.
I want to stand outside in the mist until I start shivering.
I want to watch the spotted patterns create themselves on the sidewalk.
I want to hear the satisfying rush of car tires and miniature tsunamis.
I want to feel drenched, full, complete.

I want it to rain.