• Is it terrible that I feel this way?
    The pouring rain ices my skin
    Exposed because my jacket protects
    My books.
    There is a small thrill
    Because every new drop
    Quickens my heartbeat
    God or angels are crying they say
    But I smile and breathe in
    The air which no words could possibly describe
    (Very well anyway)
    Damp with God’s tears
    His angel’s lament
    And my euphoric feeling
    Is it terrible that I feel this way?