The Rain

~The Rain~


*********I would love to hear your thoughts on the meaning of this piece, I wrote this during a time of obvious emotional overload on 2004 and am not exactly sure what I was trying to express. I have an idea, but I would like to hear yours! Thanks!***********


Rainy days, or at least thoughts of them, prevail over me today like a wonderful engulfing blanket made of the softest fibers. Although seemingly dreary, these rain drops bring relaxation to my ragged thoughts and failing steps. They also bring a twinge of uncertainty.
The rain drops splash about like emotions on a page, drenching everything in me that has feeling. This rain came rather unexpectedly and not consciously invited; despite the lack of invitation, the rain fell anyway and I shivered not from cold, but because every drop was rather electrical.
I love the rain and the way that it alone can truly and deeply quench my thirst by sloppily splattering on my parched skin. I love the rain, yet somehow the rain, your rain, has the ability to capture me like it shouldn't. It seduces me in a way that makes me want to throw down everything I am holding and dance in the shower of it's spontaneity. One minute I am responsible, feeling the heat of the sun and trudging on, and the next moment the enticing rainfall captures me with it's refreshing and seductive splendor.
I am always self-conscious during the rainfall- how do I appear on the outside? Am I foolish for looking so taken up by this? Do I seem noticeably younger in it's presence?
This is just what the rain does to me. I love the rain, but I can't justify it today.