The feeling of rain on your skin
The rain comes softly, whispering on my skin,
A cool embrace, as though the earth’s within.
Each drop a secret, fleeting, yet so clear,
A gentle touch that brings the world near.
The coolness soothes, a balm for the heat,
As nature’s rhythm pulses in my feet.
The sky unfolds in soft, unspoken sighs,
A dance of droplets falling from the skies.
I stand beneath, arms open wide,
A heart unburdened by the world outside.
The rain, it sings of freedom, wild and pure,
A quiet promise that the soul can endure.
The earth exhales, the trees sway in grace,
And I am lost in this tender embrace.
The scent of earth, of moss and rain-kissed air,
A reminder that life’s beauty is always there.
Each drop a moment, a fleeting kiss,
A fleeting joy, a quiet bliss.
On my skin, it stirs a peaceful knowing,
In every drop, the world is growing.
I stand and listen, in the rain’s soft hum,
For in this moment, I am truly home.
The feeling of rain, so wild, so free,
Is all I need to just simply be.