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Ode to Rain

A poem dedicated to those who find comfort in rain

By Rachel Elizabeth MarvinPublished 4 years ago 2 min read
Ode to Rain
Photo by Filip Zrnzević on Unsplash

Ode to Rain 🌧

Perfectly placed rain drops fall on my face.

Each being felt and cherished as I close my eyes and look to the heavens to be showered with this feeling of comfort and what I’ve always known. Thunderstorms create a world in which you can only stare in awe of the creation before you. Thunder billows it’s might throughout the land and I can’t help but feel comforted by it’s power. Rainfall surrounds and engulfs my heart in a blanket of safety. The rain is associated with dislike for many.. but for me I find it feels as if I am in a fort.

As a child I made forts out of all and everything. A fort to create shelter when my own shelter didn’t feel safe. The rain has always been my shelter. On the days where it seemed as if I could fight no longer, the rains came. I would be refreshed and felt loved as the rain drops seem to fall ever so perfectly on my cheeks. A few would drop on my lips, making my heart flutter and leaving my body with no choice but to bare my smile that I believe was out of order for the day. The ground is best in lush green grasses and bare feet to absorb the rain in its full light. Absorbing its natural ability to make me feel light.. light as a feather and lifted to feel heard and known. The rain has never told my skin it was unworthy to be touched, it has only caressed my being and allowed a freedom of expression through the simplicity of the sky’s gift. When the rains come in summer months, I sit in anticipation of the familiar smell of the wafting warm breezes dancing in a sweet melody with the cooling rain touching the parched earth. I become drenched with gratitude and soaked with a cleansing only the rain can provide. To not dance in the presence of rain is a wasted time. Dance for the rain is calling you to dance between the droplets and allow the ones in which where meant to fall on you fall. I’ve never said no to the rain because the rain has never said no to me. It is a mutual understanding that when I approach rain it always comes with open arms.

I digress and say these final words:

Rain, rain, never go away, you can rain every fucking day.

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