while the rain pours
down on my head
i listen to the wind and take note
of the eerie, strange but
simple silence.

no one likes this kind of weather
except for me
and then i enjoy this weather
because i am unique.
in the rain i feel complete

i am washed away
the only thing left of
me is my core my soul
my heart my hopes
my dreams
my being.

when the rain pours down
i am there in the rain
i am there
i am there by choice
i am present in God's roll call