Metaphor Found Poem Exercise from Katie

Your touch is


Like an alarm that won't turn off
        and only grows louder
Like the motor of a Harley
        revving up after a long winter
Like driving to a family reunion
        unsure about what will happen and yet
              you still feel comforted
Like wind through the green
         leaves of a cottonwood tree
Like running through a sprinkler
        on a  hot summer's day,
invigorating