Rain

Ok so this a poem i wrote. i wrote it when there was a huge storm the night before.

Rain


The aroma of freshly fallen rain,
Seeps through my bedroom window.
The essence of drought coming to a dead-end, lingers.

A small gust of wind pushes tiny trickles of water onto the moist roof tiles above me.
And still I start to drift into a deep sleep.

I jerk awake again with a sudden burst of energy from the storm.
Small rumbles of thunder, escape from clouds, traveling across the land around me.
I close my eyes again and count to 10, until an outburst of bright white lightening ignites the night sky.

Drifting off into an array of dreams, I dream of the rain.
I can feel the silkiness of each individual drop.
I taste the bitter-sweet taste of crisp new tears from the clouds.
I can hear the screams each drop lets go of when hitting the ground.

Crack!
My body jerks awake, again.
I stare out my bedroom window.
The sky is so illuminating, my eyes stay transfixed on the sight.

My eyes are drowning in tiredness.
But still I watch in awe at what nature can do.
The rain still shatters the silence of night, but its all worth it.