
FEEL THE RAIN
Feel the wet,
Feel the cold
As it slides down your arm.
Refreshing.
Smooth.
Perfect.
FEEL THE RAIN
Feel the wet,
Feel the cold
As it slides down your arm.
Refreshing.
Smooth.
Perfect.
Clean me.
Snow on me.
Wet my hair.
Fall on my eyelids.
Drench my body.
Whiten the streets.
I welcome thee
into my heart and soul.
NEW BEGINNINGS
The rain hits the puddles
in a staccato rhythm.
Tree branches hang low,
weighted with water.
Flowers lift their faces
for their morning washing.
The cold, crisp rain
refreshes and renews.
The clouds wring dry.
The sun returns
to brighten the day.
The air smells clean.
A new day dawns.
A new beginning.
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Hit me.
Strike me.
I will carry on.
Soak me.
Shake me.
I will carry on.
Sink me.
Drown me.
I’ll still be here.
Rise up through the air.
Lift your fins.
Your pointy face to the sky.
Dance for me.
Let the water flow.
Back into the ocean.
But keep yourself in the air.
Dance for me.
Give me your wicked smile.
A little laugh.
Show me your endless joy.
Dance for me.
I want to see your special dance.
A clap or two.
A little twist for me.
Dance for me.
THE PERFECT MELODY
The air is heavy.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows dark.
You hear the first drops.
The water pounds on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
Rain washes our streets.
Clears our minds.
A new day arrives.
Please, I want to go outside.
No reason for me to hide.
The winds bring rain,
but they are tame.
I won’t fall or melt
if hail was to pelt.
I’ll be forever in your debt
if you allow me to get wet.
I’m pulling on my chain.
You don’t need half a brain
to know I’m ready to go free.
See what a great pet I can be.
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Clean me.
Snow on me.
Wet my hair.
Fall on my eyelids.
Drench my body.
Whiten the streets.
I welcome thee
into my heart and soul.
Lost in the rain.
Beaten down.
Alone.
Drifting.
Tired.
Wet.
Ready to give up.
On life.
On the world.
Curled up in a ball.
Ready for my last breath.
Then the unexpected happens.
The sun comes out.
The birds begin to chirp.
A wet breeze hits my face.
I look up into the sun.
I don’t feel alone anymore.
I feel alive.
I’m happy I waited.
Waited for time to pass.
For time to heal old wounds.
I’m ready to face the day.