Another Storm (Poem)

I run into the garden

chasing the tenacious breath of the wind

that upon exhaling

uproots trees

tears children from their sleep

as they climb into windows

to witness the arrival of a storm

named after somebody I once knew

the first raindrop splatters against my cheek

and I have only a moment

to savour the hostile droplet

raising hairs on my skin

as your touch once did

before the sky bursts open

unleashing a cascade of Arctic rainfall

that soaks my clothes

my hair, my body

chilling me into a state of paralysis

but I don’t fight

not anymore

I bathe in it

welcoming the ice that takes hold of my bones

and the fury that infiltrates my heart