The Feeling
Here I am. Alone. Unsure of the
Reason I have no one by my side.
I sit and listen to the rain as it
Hits the roof top sounding like kernels popping
Or heavy acorns falling away from a squirrel
whose only hope is to make it through the winter.
The rain, so pure, untouched by the earth's surface.
I wish to stand outside with my arms open and my face turned upward.
I want the rain to coat my skin with a glow unknown to those
who choose to run from the wet rather than embrace it.
I long to lay in the grass, bare, and feel the moist ground
underneath my naked body and imagine
the creatures that exist under me.
I desire to turn my head to the side and
see someone laying next to me, naked and covered
in the mist formed from above.
I want to hold that person's hand
and dance around the grass and into the streets.
I need the feeling of slipping against ones wet body--
the embrace of another that the rain can only bring.