Racing the Rain

The rain whispers, it calls,

"Sweet dear child, let's cry, let's weep."

Outside, I follow, throwing back my reality,

And enter a new world of touch, and fantasy.

I leave what what I was feeling,

Forget what I was thinking,

Turn my head up, 

And greet the storm,

Drops beat my face,

Grass in between my toes,

Lips parted for a taste,

Breathing in, the earth fills my nose,


Me legs fly off,

Away from the old me,

And I'm running,

Racing the rain,

And the tears moving along my face,

At an alarmingly fast pace,

And no matter what,

The rain always gets first place.

The End

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