Respite from self - An original poem

I was delighted when spring was broken
today by a rain shower; it felt like
the door to the gas chamber had shattered

I opened the windows and doors
after a long time of imprisonment
inviting in unpollinated air with its scent

when you are devastated by storm
you like water. and if you are deluged
by a flood, it must be that you prefer air

sometimes air, sometimes water, shiv
you are the miscreant with wisdom
trying to break open through the ribs.