There’s something about pouring rain
that mellows my spirit
and wakes my mind from the ruddy and
often tangled daily endeavors
swirling through my lively brain.
I listen to the sound of a rushing waterfall
with interrupting interludes of booming
so close I feel the shaking foundation
of the house
as the door frame quakes under pressure.
I imagine I’m a ship’s captain,
reveling in the storm, yet terrified
of capsizing into the cold, turbulent sea
a grayish blue abyss so inviting at the same time.
A mass of droplets
obscures vision in the distance
while clearing my head
and can cleanse me of
when it creeps it’s way in
during vulnerable times.
The steady “pit.pat.pit.pat.” can coax me
to sleep soft and sound.
Still the drops seep into my dreams,
to form tranquil plots and
when I wake I feel a peace
similar to what I feel when I’m
just falling into a deep slumber.
There’s something about rain
that gives me peace of Mine.