The Down Pour

The bright day suddenly comes to a halt.
The sweet smelling scent of precipitation is in the air.
The clouds form a mass of grayness, taking over the sapphire sky.
Slowly in perfect tear drop form,
The rain comes down lightly.
As the slow sleek rain steadily grows stronger
The mass of people lessen.
But not me, I stay where I am,
Letting cool rain run down my face, Just like tears would.
As I patiently stand still, waiting,
For the boom of the thunder and crack of the lighting
That make my insides churn with excitement.
 Then the beating of your own heart,
Keeps in time with the rain hitting the roof of the buildings,
Making it sound like your own song.
Sadly the weight of the rain lightens up against your smooth skin.
You see the clouds rolling away.
Your wet clothes sticking  to you slightly.
A sad smile makes its way to your face.
Because you won't know when you will do this again
But know that you still have a chance.


PK