I fall asleep to a thunderstorm’s lullaby.
It caresses me with rumbles that seem to shake my windows,
drowning me in the constant beating of raindrops.

Before rushing to my bed,
I rushed from my car to escape the drops
that threatened to drench me.

Before rushing from my car,
I rushed to it,
to escape the drops that drenched me anyways.

Rain dripped like tears from my hair,
as I crawled my way home,
to the safety of my bed.

Shaking the rain from the fuzz on my neck,
part of me wishes that I hadn’t rushed,
that I had let the rain drown me in its falls.

I want to lose control
almost as much as I want to keep it.