I like the rain.
Though you probabaly couldn't tell from the way I sigh and frown
because it messes up my hair; but does it really matter?

I like the way it feels-
cool and damp
as it beats upon my head, my eyelids, nose, cheeks, and lips
leaving a trail to tell the story of where it has been...

Weighing me down as it drenches my clothes-
but still, it is cleansing,
renewing,
as it is being absorbed into my skin
and making the world seen blurry and unreal as if it's not really
there
waiting just beyond that sheet of rain
to greet me with only God knows what
whenever I choose to face it.

I like the wind that comes with the rain
pushing or pulling me
mirroring my inner turmoil
and making the leaves whirl and twirl as they dance to the ground
and across the way
then stopping suddenly as if to make me believe it was never really there;
or dying down slowly,
reluctantly,
as one who is leaving true love's embrace.

I like the rain and all it brings-
the way it washes away the old
and leaves room for the new...
 
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