4 Years Poem by 'Merse' Mersedes III

Oh my god, it’s raining
After four years of hot sun
I might actually be able to run free
I’ve never felt such a beauty
They are so smooth but cold
I can run through it and touch it
But why can’t I hold on to it
What’s the point of this rain?
If I can not hold it, then why would I need it?
So tell me when you feel this
Can you shake all the happy moments in your life?
This is my very first time, I have touched rain