Senses in the Rain

If for all,
they watch it fall,
then does it truly fall for me?

If I see,
the drops falling,
then is it truly falling from the sea?

If I smell,
the misty swell,
then are these truly crystalline?

If I hear,
the sweet drops I hold so dear,
then can I hold onto to this gleam?

If I taste,
the freshness without haste,
then am I truly fearless and porceline?

If I feel,
then is it real,
then is it me that can be so possibly obscene?

If I wake,
then can I take,
then can I sense the senses inside the rain?

If I sleep,
then can I weep,
then I can sooth the rain's pain?