Poetry

Is the Rain

All I can hear

is the rain,

it falls all around me 

but never on me.

All I can smell

is the rain,

The sweet fresh smell

suffocating my nostrils.

All I can feel

is the rain,

seeping through my shoes 

soaking my socks.

All I can see 

is the rain,

filtering through the light

casting rainbows.

I place my umbrella on the ground

tilt my head back

all I can taste 

is the rain.