The Rain

I feel the rain. It soaks through my clothes. Through me.
It’s nice. Virtually painless.
I like it.
It falls. Crashes. Splashes.
Pure beauty. Natural.
Not fake like the meaningless words I hear. The people I see.
But it’s just as dangerous as anything else.
Too much, and you’re gone.

Author's Note

Another. Dribble. EnJoy!