emotion washes over me like the five minute downpour.

scrubs me clean in an instant and leaves me soaked in the sun.

the steam of it rises off my body into the crystal air.

i am at once uncomfortable and refreshed.

i leave puddles in my wake.

wet, emotive footprints showing my progress.

they evaporate in time.

my clothes dry.

i was never drenched.

i was never here.

the storm never happened.