Sometimes When It Rains Poem by Sara Javed

Sometimes when it rains, I stand all alone outside.
Like a mystified being possessed by utter magic,
As the droplets soak my skin,
and slowly move down my bare arms, face and neck,
Wetting my short, brown locks.
It washes away my skin and purifies me of all evil.
It embraces my soul internally and washes away the pain.
It washes away everything- immorality, sin and vice,
And I just stare at the sky that weeps and hollers,
as the droplets plop onto the floor, cascading.
And as the water plops, bubbles form and disappear in a blink,
I think about this world- we who disappear in a single blink.
Then why not live today.
Today- my favorite day.