A cold and windy day, blustering leaves abound as the rain envelops the casing of my brain. My hat having been blown away.
Drenched to the bone, or the marrow within the bone, one cannot fully say, all I feel is the drenched part and the biting chill that seems to reverberate through me like a drum stretched taut and beat.
Oh how I crave the heat, to enter into my veins and blast through my body at the speed of light. Caressing my aching bones into heated delight.