Standing outside,
Feeling the joy of the clouds
In their tears
As I tilt my face
Upwards to the rain.

Spinning happily
On the soft, slick grass
While drops spatter the pavement
As I listen to
The sound of the rain.

Breathing deeply
To inhale the heralding
Of the renewal of life
As my body fills with
The sweet scent of rain.

Falling slowly
Into the smooth, damp
Cushion of leaves
As I open my mouth
To taste the rain.


Quietly forming puddles
In the dips of the path
And rolling down trees
As I tilt my head
To see the shimmering rain.


Stretching out my hand
Under the gray and blue sky
Shivering a bit in the chill
As I vainly grasp
To feel the silky rain.


It is in moments like this;
A spring shower,
Summer thunderstorm
Or autumn gale
That I feel truly alive