Now I am full & heavy, as
A sponge, soaked through
Touch me and this water seeps out of my skin,
breaking the surface tension
I will it inside, hoping the light will evaporate just a little
Dry it up enough that my lungs can once again fill with air
As it is, every breath threatens this fragile balance
That which I can control, that I cannot
A soft haze drapes the skyline
Interrupted with tumultuous outbursts of rain
Sighing back into a balm of warm, damp air
It is too much even for the heavens sometimes.