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The sound of the thunder as it clasps together.

The smell in the air before a complete soak.

This is my element and empowering weather.

Even when it’s bad I continue to provoke.



I love the sound under a tin roof shack.

Hitting the metal as it patters.

Also listening from a window crack.

Loving as each one of the splatters.



Rain drops are like my tears.

When they let go I feel relieved.

When I hear rain I have no fears.

Since it simply doesn’t deceive and falls.



It doesn’t give off hints that it may start,

Then it stalls and never does at all.

It’s something I trust in my heart.

Since it simply doesn’t decieve and always.



I close my eyes and feel the rain fall on my skin.

Each drop helps me relieve myself and think.

It’s better than any self mutilation there’s been.

It settles my mind and puts my life back in sync.



It refreshes my mind as I lay back and enjoy to storm.

Listening to the calm thunder and the pitter-patter drops.

Even when the water is cold I still feel warm.

When I’m like this it almost hurts that the it all stops.



But the time I had I enjoy and I revel.

Because it’s something good for once.

It’s almost like a person on my level.

Each storm is like a little bunce.



I am a water element and I feel it’s power.

It calms my soul and makes me feel sane.

It’s like a hot slow cleansing shower.

That straightens thoughts and empowers the brain.



The most relaxing thing in the world to me,

Is standing out in the pouring rain.

It gives me power and makes me feel free.

It’s something I can’t quite explain.





Inspired by: Rain storms

Dedicated to: Jamal Brown

Created on: June 26, 2005