The Rain


Pluck me out of a clear blue sky
Rip me away from the heat of sunshine
Don't let me touch that melting popsicle
No, I do not want to ride my stupid bicycle
I'll tear out all the full grown flowers
And sit inside for the daytime hours
But I feel alive when the clouds turn grey
And the water droplets start falling where they may
I want the storm,chaos,and thunder
That will wake you from your deepest slumber
Give me prickles on my skin
As I open the door to invite it in
I'll gladly watch as light cracks above
Not in sight a single dove
I recover when I inhale
The saturated ground's smell
The atmosphere's contrast to the wet,green tree leaves
Is what shoves me down,down to my knees
I'll let the shiny dirt stain my garments
Then I'll open every window to my apartment
Not anyone, not ever will be able to understand
My heart, my soul in ways the rain can

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