Looking up I see the water spatter on the window,
and hear the crash of pounding thunder.
I look into the outside as I lean against the pain,
and I throw open the window to let in the rain.
The storm kisses my face with bursting droplets,
it just keeps coming and there's no stopping it.
I step to the door with slight hesitation,
body stiff with life's woes and frustrations.
I fling it asunder with an effort too great for the task,
I let slide the ever-present everyday mask.
I step out to embrace the storm as lighting lights the sky,
bringing the world into focus sharp before my eyes.
I can feel it washing away the "everyday life's" stain,
and I feel as if I could simply drown in the rain.
