Rain

reminds me of my childhood days leaves wrestle with the wind after the dark clouds crowd in clouds are not angry - NO! they are exhilarated, excited like a storm of giggling girls there's something about the rain it washes away the pain the sun pompously peaks through the clouds the rain begins with a drop here, a drop there you interrogate your friends, “is it raining?” your belief system runs on peer pressure some rain storms are congenial, cooling down the humid earth the petrichor somehow refreshes my soul, like a mint. i close my eyes, loving the turned down lights and fresh air at times it rains for days and days, like i’ve left this planet, never known the light of the day. but faith, like rain must seep from our pores calming our souls, curing our ills