In the quiet of the night, under the starry sky
I stand alone, waiting for the rain to come by
I can feel it in the air, the smell of petrichor
A promise of a storm, a dance of thunder and gore
The clouds above, heavy and dark
Hold back their tears, waiting for the spark
To release their burden, their pent-up emotion
In a torrential downpour, a wild commotion
I close my eyes and tilt my head back
Feeling the first drops on my skin, they crack
Like a whip, cold and sharp, a sensation so sweet
I welcome the storm, my heart skips a beat
The rain intensifies, like a symphony
Each drop a note, a part of a harmony
I raise my arms, embracing the storm
Letting it wash away the pain, the norm
Like a lover's touch, gentle and fierce
The rain kisses my skin, washing away the fears
I stand in awe, in reverence and bliss
Waiting for my dramatic rain kiss
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The Lines in Her Head
PoetryThis poem book follows the everyday struggles with mental health, finding love, and the struggles with heartbreak Warning there are some mentions of self harm struggles
