if it rains

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I'm more of a place
than a person

Don't know how to describe
or explain it

I feel it in my bones
when the wind blows

I hear the trees talk
from the window

I'm more of a field of insects and grass
or a pond filled with tadpoles

I'm in a bubble
I can't see myself

Always in a rush to be outside and touch the sand

When the waves crash
I can focus on the moon

But I keep falling away

Fall away

I'm just a place
Hoping it rains