Down Pour on My Soul

Lying in bed, dazing off into an unknown world, I heard the soft tapping. Tapping against the walls surrounding me. Little hammers owned by little gnomes; trying to make my room cave in on me. Slowly focusing back into the real world and stepping onto my cold tile floor, creeping over to one of the closest windows. Opening the faded cloth curtains to reveal the outside world I could hear it more clearly and loudly now, watching as it pelted against the glass and streaked downwards. Raising my hand and resting it gently against the cold glass, feeling the rain hit it. Pressing my face softly against the window, closing my eyes. The World revolves around that moment, and the soft caresses of the rain. Opening the door, stepping outside feeling the soft touch of the sprinkling rain. Walking slowly with my hands outwards catching raindrops. Opening the ancient-falling-apart wooden gate Stepping into my yard taking in the atmosphere now before me. Laying on the slick grass, all limbs and hair sprawled out. With the smog ridden sky as my last glimpse, I close my eyes and open my ears. I lay there for what seems to be hours. Lay there as the rain goes from feeling like soft little fingers poking at me to the feeling of heavy rocks being thrown Lay there while my clothes become soaked, become a second skin, begin to feel like theyre pulling me down into the ground. I feel the rumble of thunder vibrate the earth beneath me. The wind shift causing a change in the direction the rain falls. The energy through a lightning bolt that strikes Can't even hear myself think or breathe Don't even know if i am breathing or thinking. Just lay and be one with natures wondrous doing... Until the rain no longer comes down. Until I hear the birds start to sing their gay melody again. All I feel is the moist muddy earth clinging to me. And Then the sun's rays beating down upon my skin Then, I hear the sound of cars.I don't know why I'm posting this.. its really long and I apologize for that..It has a second meaning.. Written September 29th, 2001 © on Sep 29 2001 12:49 PM PST   0 • 10 • 13