Exposed to the Elements

The steel colored sky draws me out

 as everyone else scurries in.

The treetop’s wild dance is reflected in my eyes

as I pay barefoot homage to the gathered elements

and storm ready to be birthed in their play.

I am aware of the ogling through glass.

Any fool can tell whispers apart from honest thunder.

Fool is one of the more charitable epithets given to me

from the asylum of their sturdy walls.

If I stayed inside, away from the feel

of wind tumbling my hair around me,

if I denied myself the pleasure

of water easing the heat

of the day from my skin,

I’d be the darling of all the parties

featuring makeup and storage containers.

I would not be alone.

But I am alone, watching the clouds unabashed

at their own power, parading their majesty.

When the rain finally comes,

I, as the lone worshipper

sing the hallelujahs in my heart

out loud so that the voyeurs

will have something to discuss

at the next container party.

Song Choice: I Want to Break Free by Queen  

This song is the product of combing prompts from Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads (Fireblossom Friday, A Touch of Gray) and A Dash of Sunny Prompt Nights (Rain showers my spirit and waters my soul)