rainstorms

The Fair

Knees sticky with sweat, sun perched in the sky, low enough to touch,
Close enough to swim with. Screams and symphonies, a musical cacophony of strangers who
Don't know how to suffer like me. I am salt and dissonance as I sit in the shade,
Just outside where things happen. I am nothing but my dry mouth and fierce fears,
Empty hands and a world of reasons why not. You came out, ready and waiting,
A world of reasons why.