Rain

A scar across the night sky.

A mysterious glow in the air.

A gust of wind, throws you off guard.

The whisper of the leaves

What do they signal?

Danger or perhaps something else,

Perhaps an occurrence you’ve been waiting for.

A single drop falls,

A miniscule piece of the puzzle,

With the same brilliance of its source,

It lands exactly on the tip of your nose.

In the distance you here a grumble,

A rumble of the tempest that is about to begin.

For some it is a disaster,

While for others it is a miracle.

And for you,

A chance to rid yourself

Rid yourself of the burden.

Rid yourself of the sins.

Rid yourself of the fears that haunt you.

The opportunity to bathe,

In the purest element.

The sidewalk slowly turns a darker shade.

And swiftly the sky starts plummeting down.

The fantastic flashes of light increase in intensity,

The distant protest is now an aggressive roar.

And you revel in the majestic beauty of the rain.