i feel at peace when i am in the rain.
i feel alive in the down-pouring rain with thunder and lightning cracking in the skies.
the rain hitting against my body and clothes is a surreal feeling, a beautiful one. it shouldn't be calming, getting pelted in the face, the arms and legs by rain. to see strikes of white light in the sky followed by the low grumbles of the god above is something i can understand. it feels angry. the earth feels angry, and it seems to be punishing us. it's relaxing, though. it's beautiful.
it feels like the most real thing i will ever
experience. i feel the pain the earth feels. i scream along with it. i run and i dance around,
i find a sense of peace again as the rain fades away. i feel high. the smell of freshly watered grass and mud slowly fill my senses.
i feel at home. this is my home.
i belong here, i belong in the rain. with drenched and knotted hair, my feet bare. the wet grass underneath my feet. i am home. i am in the rain.
YOU ARE READING
two fifty-eight a.m.
Poetry𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤. a conjunction of words i put together in an attempt to introduce my mind to the world.
