Only in the Rain

We all wear masks to make us 'normal' enough to fit in society, yet only some of us can wear these digusies better then others.

It's a cold winter's night,

With icy winds that would give anyone frostbite

Yet here i stand cold, bare and alone

While others rest in their heated homes

I spend this time watching and waiting

Waiting for the Madam Luna to appear

And shine her light down on my private show

That no one else has ever known

-Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap-

It is time

With sounds of clashes in the midst of drums

Following in my footsteps

The winds blow harshly in my face

Carrying the ice droplets along,

Waiting impatiently for me to begin

I take a glance to Madam Luna

For she was hidden heavily by the smoky clouds

Yet i could easily see that she was still full out tonight

With her golden lights of madness

Shinnying fiercely past the curtain of rain clouds

And making a spotlight onto me and only me

I can't help but smile at this

As i lazily raise up my arms

High up towards madness

And close my eyes

Once again

My show has begun

-CLAP, CLASH, CLAP, CLASH, CLAP, CLAP, CLASH-

With haste i bring my arms down like a beat

A beat that thunder joined me with

Followed by lightning as i sharply

Stabbed the moist air

With a jump kick,

Landing into my

Soft, muddy stage

 As i moved with similar jumps and kicks

That later was meeting with slicing arm movements

I start to fall into the state of insanity and chaos

With the storm following my lead

The faster i moved

The faster the rain hit the ground

The harder i threw a kick

The harder the eager winds blew

Through the tilting trees

I was lost

No longer was there me or I

There was only it

I didn't just move with the storms

I became them

And it was absolute bliss

This feeling is indescribable

For how can you describe something?

That is better, and more addicting

Then the sinful pleasures of

Sex, drugs or violence

No it wasn't just bliss,

It was forbidden pleasure

-Clap, clap, tap, clap, clap, tap, clap, clap, tap-

Yet it all has to end sooner or later

When rain begins to soften to drizzles

And harsh winds turn into breezes

I knew it was time again to stop

So with one last strike to the ground

I end my show

And stand their once again all alone

Soaked to the bone

Covered in soil and grass

It's so cold that if you looked past the dirt

You would see a royal purple in my skin

Yet my cold, tainted-blue lips form a smile

As i slowly return to reality

I can't help but let loose a cackle

That would be worthy of a madman

As i bow to my only audience

Thanking her for watching me tonight

I slowly retreat back inside

With my head still up

In the moving angry clouds

Hoping for them to return to me soon

I can't help but think how nice it would be

If people could see this hidden side of me

For what they see in their view is a

Quiet, weird, child

With the taste for the unusual

But only when the normal people are gone

Will the rain come back to

Wash away the stoic mask

As well as run down the strong yet fragile walls

That takes me years to build

Crumble and fall

Can my true nature be shown

To everything but no one at all

In only the rain

Author's Note

There is more to who we are then what there is to believe.

Reviews

[annabellee]

You're so right about it, most people are afraid to show who they really are.
Great write I enjoyed it a lot, so imaginative, I could totally picture that girl in the rain.
I also loved the "clap, clash, ..." in the middle, that made it even more visual :)
My only suggestion is: Shouldn't it be "Can my true nature be shown" instead of "shone" in the last stanza?
But anyway, I loved it :)

[Emjai]

Oh missed that, thanks ^_^