The wind brushes past my face,
touching the skin I've waited for,
the face that belongs to me.
I feel the weight of the air
on my chest,
and with every shift of the seasons,
I feel myself shifting too,
changing,
becoming the man I've always been.
The rain falls like a song
I've learned to sing,
the rhythm of the earth
in my body,
in my chest,
in my face.
The world wraps itself around me,
a blanket that holds me close
and whispers, "You belong here,
you are the storm,
the calm,
the wind,
the rain."
The seasons are mine to feel now,
and I take them in,
knowing that every drop,
every gust of wind,
every chill in the air,
is a part of me
and a part of the man I've become.