A Walk In The Rain
Thick, bubbly raindrops tumble through my ears.
Their provoking splashes drench my frizzy curls.
They swiftly bounce,
As I attempt to reach for them
With the tip of my scorched tongue.
Oh! The journeys of the rain.
It’s an endless clock
That leaves not a care in this arduous world,
And continues to engage my brain.
Steps lead through the mucky trail,
While the sky hollers, mumbles and wails.
This place, almost like a heath,
Is at most tranquil when you rains increase.
Suddenly, presence of water depart my mind
My body stiffens and my thoughts freeze
This splendid, split of a second shall not deceive.
The heavy raindrops are now forgotten,
As you stand silent and your eyes brighten.