i love porches in the rain

no one bothers you and it smells like life and new growth

you can taste the moisture in the air, feel it on your skin

you wrap yourself in sweaters and sweatpants and the fabric clings to you in the humidity, the welcome embrace of a warm blanket

the air itself is cozy, it smells like your childhood and your family, the best parts of your home

the parts it’s hard to remember most times but this smell, this cozy air brings you back and you feel small again

not small in the way the world makes you feel but little, precious

like you could still fit into your mothers arms and curl up on her lap, safe

knowing you are loved