Rain

 I love the rain.

The way it dances on the water.

The smell after it's over. 

The feeling of the cold droplets streaming down your face. 

For children it's an adventure, 

For adults it's an inconvenience, 

But for me it's a release. 

I can shake of anxiety and say it's the cold.

I can let tears trail down my face and claim its the rain.

I can scream at the top of my lungs and have it be mistaken for thunder. 

I can bleed and have the droplets clean my wounds. 

Rain washes the sin and pain away. 

Rain rocks my lonely soul to sleep. 

Rain splatters my window and provides a new perspective. 

Rain dissolves the glue that holds me together, 

and shows me how broken I truly am.