When Rains Call To Me Poem by eve Taylor

I feel best when rains fall,

gently washing over me,

I feel at peace with all,

cascading away forces that be,

I feel neither short nor tall,

like floating in a great big sea,

I feel as if my world is at a stall,

leaving me feeling like a growing tree,

I feel a cool soothing overall,

washing over my eyes so I no longer see,

I feel as if I'm born for the squall,

as if I can be independently free,

I feel that I can barely describe it's call,

when my windowed picture frame keeps me at lee.