It’s not because I
can’t feel, it’s because it’s numb. The pain and the joy have almost become
one. The rain falls on my face, refreshing and clean. I feel closer to it than
to any one of my dreams. Maybe it’s because it feels sad, when it’s wet out and
cloudy and the sky looks mad. When thunder rolls and the lightning flares, I feel
like I have someone whom with to share. I can yell at the sky and it will cry
and scream back, the wind in my hair and the rain on my back. In the morning
when the storm has passed I’m alone once again, save the mist in the air and
the dew on the grass.