The wind blows, gently around my side.
The raindrops lightly freckle my face.
The sweet, pristine taste of freshness.
Rain..
The clouds grow darker, the sun begins to hide.
Wind blows harder, sweeping beneath the sky.
The drops begin pounding the ground.
Pick, Pack, Pick, Pack..
Rain..
I waltz, gliding through the foggy floor of air.
The drops as crystal diamonds.
falling down into my hands.
Rain..
After my hair grows wet,.
After the drops begin the stop.
I stand alone there.
as the sun begins to peer in and shine.
The rainbow is revealed.
like a symbol of the rain.
that lightly freckled my face through that damp, foggy air.