Here I sit knowing I have to be at work at 10am in the morning... and all I can think about is the rain outside. Rain, it never held such meaning as it now does. It has become a symbol for me as of late... a symbol I have come to cherish... a symbol I've come to need... a symbol I could one day love....
Rain
As I watch the drops fall gently on the ground...
I think about the cleansing and rebirth of my soul,
of my life,
of the love that I have inside of me that yearns to be shared.
As I watch the drops splash in the puddles...
I dream about the day my soul was set free,
the want and need I have inside of me,
the fulfillment of dreams I've yet to realize.
As I feel the rain touch my skin...
I feel the heat and warmth of my lovers touch,
the wetness that they create in places only they can touch,
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