Amazing (dis)grace

 
   I've begun to think some of us are made of rain, caught up in the storm, waiting for some elusive break in the clouds & as soon as that big, beautiful sun peeks out, all the others come to bask too.
  They come & they stand too close to me, their mouths agape & their hands aching to touch something warm while my skin is still damp with ozone.
  That smell, it lingers there, soft & sweet & wonderful & it all seems so beautiful, so beautiful.... when the sun hits just right.
 
        I never wanted to be beautiful