Summer storm

I feel the ground beneath bare feet,
The cooling rain against my heat,
Strange to most, but to me the norm,
To be naked in a summer storm,
To feel the freedom, to feel such bliss,
Every rain drop a cold hard kiss,
Not caring what someone might say,
I'd dropped my clothes and walked away,
Across my skin the damp breeze blows,
As the smell of wet grass fills my nose,
Escaping the world that won't let me be,
Alone and naked I am for once free.