Home II

When it rains my shoulders sting: Sometimes even before the drops hit the ground.

My bones can tell when the sky is grey, and when the rain is coming. My body knows this land and my skin reacts when I leave. Hives cover my body and my sleep pattern is no pattern at all. 

A gust a wind carries a familiarity that my body knows. Goosebumps settle on my skin, and I find the weather warm even when it’s cold. 

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