Rain Drops

Rain Drops

I stand with my feet firmly planted on the ground.
The shifting wind's blow around me trying to make me sway.
I look up and see a gray-hued ominous sky.
The sun is setting, but is doing so unseen behind this thick veil of clouds.
I close my eyes and turn my face skyward and listen to the distant thunder.
The storm gets nearer and my senses tingle.

I breathe in deep the smells of that which is fast approaching.
The first drop finally comes and lands on my left eyelid.
I feel the wetness slowly slid down my cheek and drop unseen to the ground below.
The first close clap of thunder rings in my ears as the rain comes down faster.
I think of that first drop, and wonder was it a tear from heaven?
The power above or those who I have loved that are now gone?

I feel so many drops now, and they are soaking my clothes as I slowly lay down.
The ground is still cold from the long winter, but is soft and yielding under me.
I fold my arms across me with my palms facing my chest.
The storm is now in full force as I see the flashes of light beyond my closed eyes.
I sense my body sinking into the earth as my every muscle relaxes.
The sound of it all drowns out the entire universe as my mind quiets.

I think that each drop tries to both comfort and dissolves me.
The sensation of melting into the earth pleases me.
I will become part of the ground and will rejoice as spring flowers sprout through me.
The sun will warm me as all of nature awakes from its long slumber.
I will cease to exist and transform into something larger than this body can contain.
The starry heaven of the night will be my blanket as I rest in the darkness.

I hear a sharp bark in my right ear, and I raise my hand to shield my eyes from the rain.
The rain has matted my faithful companion's hair against her.
I see the rain dripping from her as she looks down at me.
The earth reluctantly let's go of me as I rise to go inside.
I feel incredibly heavy and it is hard to stand, and I shiver as I slowly start to walk.
The rain, the thunder and the lightning continue as we go inside.

Reviews

[Emily]

Nice wording!
Keep on writing!!

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reading my poem.

[William Liston]

You have a very active imagination. Each poem I've read by you so far makes me feel like I'm dreaming, and this is no exception. Great work!

-William Liston

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you. I have never lacked in imagination. I like to expand and layer onto a real-life experience what my mind and soul are "seeing."

[Luisa König]

You created a beautiful yet mystical scenery. This one is my favourite so far.
I loved the thought of "I think of that first drop, and wonder was it a tear from heaven?
The power above or those who I have loved that are now gone?"
Very powerful!

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you so much for reading it. I love standing, sitting or laying on the ground in a storm, and I am disappointed when a storm fails to come my way, insert big grin here. My poem, "The Silent Storm That Never Came" is a good example of what I think about a storm that fails to live up to my expectations.

[iamshadowine]

wonderful imagination! loved reading it! keep writing :D

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you so much, I think most creative writers have a boundless imagination.

[Diane]

It is relaxing. I could almost feel the water dropping on me. Very well written. Thanks for the awesome read.

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you, glad you felt what I was going through when it happened. It was really hard getting off the ground and going back inside.

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

Imagery, imagery, imagery. Every line of yours captured my imagination and I am unequivocal that the next time I'd be out in rain, I would take pleasure in it ten times more.