~The Calm, During The Storm~

a blissful escape that happens during a rainstorm

the sun quickly runs, and hides behind a darkening gray cloud,

winds starts repeatedly whispering "welcome home", gradually getting loud,

leaves turn upside down and the sky begins to weep,

sending water droplets, from face to my hands, down to my feet.

cold air turns colder, sending chills down my spine,

i wrap my jacket around myself, as i start to cry,

some tears of happiness, some tears of relief,

for my broken spirit, has begun its healing.

breathe in, breathe out, and slowly repeat,

taking in the mist, as my mind and soul meet,

a whole and as one, i slowly become,

as the rain drops beat faster and faster, just like a drum.

the skies start to clear ahead, the rain starts to slow,

i unwillingly begin to drag my feet, for it’s time to go back home,

the trees drip droplets, the water brushes my face,

and for some final moments, i'm in a happy place.

Reviews

[Chris]

strange how the rain hides and heals... chills and mellows... fills and empties...

you've touched a truism.

[KCthelastboyscout]

Beautiful.reading this touches all my senses.i love the rain and poems like this only add to that fact.thank you