d a y in t h e r a i n. . .

the rain splatters

the shocking droplets on my cheeks

on my eyelids

my bare feet

toes weaving into the sinking grass 

frozen, they sink

planted into the earth

bathed by mother nature

noticing the smell of my hair 

the sounds hit the pavement 

cars, slicking by 

thunder gracing the sky

my hair shapes to its natural form 

the tips of my fingers harden

it calms.

children playfully scream in the street

train whistles,

the cool emptiness of the house.

the warm tones of the lamp bounce off the wall and into my soul.

It makes me aware of my soaking condition

the heaviness of my jeans

&the softness of my skin 

the warm tones of the lamp bounce off the wall and into my soul.

It makes me aware of my soaking condition

the heaviness of my jeans

&the softness of my skin 

it's times like these when I realize I live in the most beautiful place in the world.