• You hate the rain.
    To you it's
    invasive,
    improper,
    relentless.
    It soaks you to the core
    and strips away your armor,
    leaving you vulnerable to the cold;
    leaving you shivering.
    But I love it.
    To me it's
    compassionate,
    sensual,
    primal.
    It caresses my face with soft hands
    and wraps my mind in sweet melody.
    It gives me the courage
    to scream,
    to cry,
    to surrender
    and return my sorrows to the Earth.