patpitterpatter,
    says the rain when it’s scared
    and your shoes sink in with a
squisquashquish
    and the trees rush past
swoooswishwoosh
    like an owl, humming a
hooahowahoo
    and the bees that buzz, a
bizzlebuzzlebiz
    when your heart flutters,
bitabatabitabata
    as your feet hit the pavement,
    and then you are alive, unthinking, feeling
    with a million tingling nerve endings
    shooting from your fingertips.
    this is when you sense and hear
    the delirium rushing underneath our skins,
    a torrent, of storming
    never ceasing whispers
    echoing just beyond my ears and yours.