So I’ll walk into the open arms of precipitation
One of God’s most beautiful creations
You need to ignore all the hatred and aversion of these natural tears
Because what some don’t realize is how much of an opportunity it is to let go of your fears
The rainfall makes your inhibitions rumble
So go on, feed them the freedom they want and cease the grumble
I remember that night I lied in the grass, freezing wind and dark sky
The endless painting of black above me had the biggest of ears
And the vertical droplets quite intrusive to my eyes let me know that somethings here
For me. I inhaled, and spoke the words I never told anyone
I was in a transit, this needed to be done
The feeling was despairing and forlorn
But you need it to know how much it hurts to be torn
On a brighter note, the beauty of this weather is immeasurable
Such soft, lethargic feelings, oh so pleasurable
So much can be done in this picturesque environment, such as locking lips with the one who holds your heart
Snapshot of you two would be such a gorgeous piece of art
Or how about jumping in a puddle of the cloud’s revelations?
I’m getting goosebumps thinking about the intensity of these sensations.
