Dark Purple Rain Poem by Sarai Girma

blood-red clouds roll into the sky,
thunder roars and fills you with a sense of dread,
a bolt of lightning streaks through the fog and lights up the night.
you look up and watch as the clouds burst open above you
and a dark purple mist showers onto your face.
you close your eyes and try to memorize the feeling you get
as the dark purple rain begins to fall;
slowly at first, then faster and harder.
you lie down on the open stretch of deep blue field
and try to remember what you're doing here,
and suddenly your eyes burn with tears.
you feel one slide across your face, then another,
and before you realize what you're doing
you're getting to your feet and running across the soaking wet field.
you don't know why you are running, but you know you must run,
and finally when you can run no more you collape in a forest of silver trees.
you stare into the clouds for a long time, eyes stinging from the falling rain,
and at last you find what you had been looking for.
the clouds turn black, the rain runs clear
and the sense of dread begins to fade.
you stand and turn to leave the forest, still dripping wet,
hair clinging to your face, eyes still burning, exhausted and spent-
and as you finally cross the field and approach your home,
you look down and realize that you are still dripping purple.
you smile, turn your face upward in acknowledgement, and whisper
'i would have found it on my own eventually'.
and as you reach for the door, you think to yourself
that you'd never truly lost it at all.