Rain

Falling softly from the sky

The cleansing drops from way up high

They've come a long way to get to the ground, you know

Most will sit back indoors, and watch the show

Coating the world in a fog of gray

The earth is quiet, nothing out to play

The silently cold drizzle, drenching everything in sight

Invisibly slamming into the ground, come the darkest night

Rolling fluidly off the leaves, the rooftops and into the brooks

Into impossible to reach places, the smallest of nooks

Do you know where the rain has been?

Lakes, oceans, running off of your skin?

Everyone has been caught in a storm, I suppose

And soon you're drenched, and so are your clothes

But in my opinion, theres nothing better than a summer storm

I've taken walks in it barefoot, especially when it's warm

I have no complaints when it comes to the rain

If I'm in it and turn my face up, I think it'l take away the pain

Cleansing, healing, pure and clear

And from that, reality gets another smear

Do you know what goes on behind that wall of mist?

Exactly. You never know what may or may not exist

Rain can be mysterious, covering up tracks

But if not for it, the ground would be covered in cracks

It occasionally reigns the sky, shutting out the sun

It absorbs all sound, echoes gone almost as soon as they had begun

Though I may not remember the time, date, or place

I can never forget the feeling of the raindrops rolling down my face

Thunder shakes the ground, lightning flashes before my eyes

But I have never feared it, this monster of skies

The mountains may tremble, the trees may fall

But I will stand in the rain, face up, oblivious to it all

Is it ridiculous, something tribal to do?

Or is it just instinct, and you've done it too?