Rather Walk In Rain

The rain falls again,
Straight down,
It is like being.

It comes from above with no real reason,
It makes us miserable,
It taunts our plans,
Plays with our minds.

And then it hits us,
Faces turned towards it,
We look to it for answers,
And it beats us lacking care.

As it touches its final destination,
It’s final moments,
That is only when it truly reaches the point of best reality,
Where children play in puddles,
And seas fill with it’s undying supply.

It hinders those who don’t have it.
Those who thirst for life are those
who have it gushing from their reservoirs.

To those who drink of it,
Refresh themselves under it,
Take part in the healing that is only of their mind,
Their thirst for life never falls barren.

So with a dry tongue,
And a bored disposition,
I gaze beyond my window
With a famine for that which now falls from the sky….