Rain

Rain

I want the rain to pour
Not tiny little droplets but big fat drops.
I want it to rain down so I can’t see across the field
Where the wild flowers grow, where the rabbits play.
I want to stand out in the middle of the
Field between the flowers and rain and feel it pour over me.
I feel each warm droplet touch my skin.
Beating against my head and through my hair.
As each moment I become more a part of the rain.
I raise my arms and reach to the sky as if grabbing fireflies at night.
I embrace the feeling that this gives me.
I take it in and make it a part of who I am.
Alive. . .


Connor Coutu
Blasted Inc.
Jan 2009


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