Comfort of the Rain

I tilt my hat and look up to the clouds, The forecast said sun all day, The forecast was wrong, No change there. I gaze up at the darkening clouds and smile, I love the rain, it’s my kind of weather, My kind of mood. I walk on to my destination , the winds now blowing harder, I don’t rush, I listen on as people begin to moan and hurry and I laugh, How can you enjoy the sweet winds on your face if you don’t stop to appreciate it? I can feel it now, a kind of misty rain, the kind that you don’t usually notice, I take off my hat and let the breeze blow the soft water over my face, The cool refreshing feeling takes me back into my mind when as a child I would sit out as the rain thundered down and think how much alike the rain I was. It starts to spit as I stop to rest, A nearby bench does the job fine as I lay down And face the sky and close my eyes, I breath deeply as the drops of rain hit my Forehead and slither down my cheek with only the odd one slipping across my lips, I lick them dry and taste the sweet salty water on my tongue, my kind of taste. Its not long before I’m awaken by the smooth sound of heavy rain, my clothes Almost soaking wet, I rise and continue to walk while taking in the cool air and Soft smell of the wet ground beneath my feet, although some times I feel that maybe I am beneath the ground, people pass me at a pace to quick for me to notice but not to quick to see the looks they give when they see me. As the heavens open and the rain begins to thunder down, I remove my shirt and stand In the stillness on life when nature takes its anger out on the world and as the hail stings And thumps against my bare chest I ravel in the pain as no one can see the tears That run through my mind and down my face. Then as my body begins to shrivel and my soaking skin embraces the bitter cold I look to the sky’s and smile. I tuck my shirt into my trouser waist and put my hat back on, then in silence I continue my journey, Through life.