May the Rain Always Lie In My Path

I close my eyes to the sweet serenity of rain's passage; bare my face to the heavens as the wispy travelers of the sky unleash their torrents upon me. The wind the storm brings with it, tailored to sweep me away; to bless me with those drops of water sent to earth – baptise me in the nectar of the firmament. No finer dream could I ask for, than one as ephemeral and as majestic as the reality of laughing in the rain – no truer testament to my soul might I ever find. I search, evermore, for the pairing; for that one who will stride with me through sheets of driving rain, and want simply to dance – for whoever she may be, she embodies heaven. But even should I never find her, may I also never despair – for I have already met my maiden fair. She draws breath from the clouds and greets me with a smile on my face.