I've lost my artistic touch
and I've never felt so lost

The rain descends
like a velvet curtain.

I use that steady
pounding, thrumming
downpour

to cleanse my skin
of your touch.

It fills me up, and I spit you out;
wring you out of my hair.

Thunder crashes
lightning flashes
and I
Let
you
go.

I make the air
I rule the wind
You feel me
I know you
From beyond
I blow you
My **, you
Can't escape