Poem introduction

As a child my primary fantasy was living in the rain forest as an adult - I loved rain so much and I think it was an altogether sensual experience. I remember herding goose bumps sitting on my grandmother's porch with a blanket and watching a storm approach and letting the chill go up my arm so far than chasing it back down. And it's still one of the most sensual experiences in the world - so this is an idiotic poem about that.

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