Rain Poem by Hyde

The rain is coming down slowly yet steadily, covering the earths entire surface with a blanket of fresh spring rain.
The trees glitter festively with drops of water clinging to their rich, green leaves.
The distrusting clouds slowly become darker as they linger closer to the world.
As I sit on the basalt infested bank I observe droplets of water, as they collide with the glassy face of the bottomless lake.
Ripples forming and fading into unthinkable designs and patterns.
I close my eyes and try to become one with rain, to sink into the earth and disappear without a trace.
When I reveal myself to the world again, I see a single star shining overhead.
It stands alone as if it has been separated from its brothers and sisters by the o-so many clouds.
The once-clear lake is now choked with swirling black shadows that seem to invite you toward its mysterious depths.
All around me is blackness, except for that lone star, I begin to feel at home.