Rain.
Rain is my happy place.
Rain with bare feet.
Feeling all the textures of the surfaces beneath me.
While my skin is peppered with water falling from the sky.
Watching the serenity that comes with it.
Summer rain.
Summer rain with bare feet is my happy place.
The heat dissipates with the anticipated rain.
The thunder reminds me why I'm alive.
The lightning renders me speechless.
The rain washes away the numbness
that I feel.
But most of all,
I feel alive.
I feel okay.
Summer rain is my happy place.
It is my peace.
It brings out the colours of my surroundings
With a bright
Pop.
I know my limits.
Summer rain recharged my empty batteries.
It brings me calmness.
I am the eye of the brewing storm.
Walking in the pouring rain.
Daring the world to put me down.
It is the rain that keeps me alive.
The smell makes me smile.
And the sun warms my cold exterior.
Summer rain you are my happy place.
The rain in winter never works the same.
It brings a dread that you counteract.
Brings sodden shoes and frozen feet.
But nonetheless,
Winter rain brings me memories of what's to come.
It reminds me that summer rain is my calling.
It reminds why I love the sun.
It reminds me that the rain will always be there.
For summer rain and bare feet are my happy place.
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Just Poetry
PoetrySo this is me being an angsty teenager, a sad bean, a happy potato, but most of all, a fucked up mushroom.
