Warmth slowly crawls down my face,
With slight moisture.
My lips can taste sea salt
Like the water from the sea.
My eyes are the sky,
Currently having a rainstorm.
My mouth can be compared
To lions,
With my thunderous roar.
My sight becomes blurred,
Like a car in fog.
And my legs become jelly because,
They're jiggly and they've brought
Me down to the floor.
All these occurrences wouldn't stop.
I try to clear the fog with water,
And put towels underneath the rain shower.
I put my hand over my mouth,
Trying to keep a lion from coming out,
But all was in vein.
No matter how hard I tried
Nothing would stop from coming out.