Rain Drops Poem by Fallen Pixie

As the rain splatters on
my face my stress seems
to simply wash away.
As the coolness sweeps
the earth around me
a kind of calmness comes across me.
As I watch the lighting
strike across the dark sky,
my heart races with it.
I want to run with it.
I want to chase its
beauty to its starting point.
As the thunder rolls my
breathing increases.
I listen to it, as my
heart beats in rhythm.
As the soil starts to wash
down the road, my problems go with it.
I love the rain! !