The Desert’s Confession. 🏜️ ❤️‍🔥

A curator of rain that dwells in shadows, 🌧️

My ribs — canyons carved by phantom rivers, my skin — a map of waters never known. 🌊

Each sunrise brings the same sweet torment: 🌅

Clouds that promise, ☁️ 

winds that whisper lies. 🌬️

The rain arrives adorned in silver robes, 🌧️✨

Dancing just beyond my trembling fingertips — Close enough to taste the coolness, ❄️

Far enough to fracture the heart. 💔

I love the rain because it teaches me

To cherish the void’s embrace. 🫂