I am addicted to the rain:
the melancholic intoxication of -
the conspiring air;
the flickering lightning;
the ravening rumbling thunder;
the soft grey sky;
the sweet hard raindrops
on the needy earth;
As I stand by and experience:
the heightened feeling -
of water caressing my body,
soaking my bones,
washing away my problems and
cleansing my soul;
of cold black night;
of dark denial;
of being someone else
in some other world;
I want to be free, I so want to be free...
