The RainA Poem by CrozbyNo structure, just virtue.People, nowadays, Are in such a rush. Such a hurry, To get where they’re going- To “get stuff done”, To the point that, When anything forces them to stop, To stop working, To look around, To truly live, They see it as an inconvenience, A hassle, A problem. The best example of this, That I see often, Is weather. The wind picks up, People pull their coat tighter. It gets cold outside, They throw on a few more layers. The rain comes, They curse, grab an umbrella. And most times, It’s not the weather, itself, That bothers them, But the fact it slowed them down. It made them stop, Put on a coat, And look at the world for a second. They had to stop being robots, For just one second, And be human instead. I wonder how long until we stop noticing The wind, The cold, The rain. How long until we just move, Just work, Just exist. Personally, I love weather. Not because of the sounds of thunder, Or the look of snow falling, Though both are spectacular, But for the reminder they bring. The reminder that I’m alive, That I’m human. The feeling of wind biting through my jacket, Of cold chilling my extremities, Of rain running down my face, They, And they alone, Reassure me that I’m human. So while everybody else pulls closed their coats, Puts up their umbrellas, I stand with open arms, Letting the rain soak me entirely. And while everybody else curses at nature, I praise it, thank it. Because I live for the wind, I live for the cold, And I live for the rain.© 2017 CrozbyReviews
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