Happy Rain

There’s millions and billions hitting my skin, Attacking my “me” in this war, And all of them leave me a better person, Better than I was before, Because I laugh, I breathe, I take it all in, My hands both reach to the sky, They each change the guy that I used to be, Back, when I was dry, The noise is pure, relentlessly free, The smell and taste and the feel, All force me to smile and love who I am, Force me to know what is real, I love the rain, I love getting wet, I love how it makes me feel whole, I love getting drenched all over my body, By the rain that cleanses my soul.