• Standing solitary,
    Not alone,
    Yet no one is beside you,
    The cascading rain,
    Embraces you,
    Your eyes closed,
    You open your mind to the storm,
    Chuckling in the deep,
    Dancing light among the gray,
    The storm is alive,
    It breathes against your skin,
    Inviting,
    Enticing,
    Eyes fly open,
    You run.

    Leaving everything,
    Behind in the mud,
    The world’s despairs,
    But whispers in the wind,
    Your desolation,
    Gets naught even a thought,
    Nothing but the rain,
    Against your face,
    The burning,
    In your legs,
    No thought to cross your mind,
    But the instincts,
    Of the animal you are.

    You stop running,
    Staring,
    At the swirling mass of gray,
    You close your eyes,
    As everything catches up,
    Tears mix with the rain,
    Upon your cheeks,
    Yet still,
    You feel the wildness of the forest,
    Things that everyone discards,
    Thrown aside,
    For a few trivial comforts,

    Your fingers brush leaves,
    Heavy with droplets,
    And you know,
    That which everyone else,
    Turns their face from,
    Life,
    So simple and sweet,
    In the wild,
    Through the rain.