Cleansing Drops

Some days the world, and all it holds, is just a little to hard to face. On these days, I write. 

Let it rain,

Upon your face,

As you storm through the air. 

Let the wind,

Slow your pace,

As it whips through your hair.

Let the pain,

Pent up inside,

Spill from the depths of your despair. 

Let it wash,

Your tears away,

As you turn to arms not there.

Let the clouds,

Boom and roll,

As the sound helps you bare...

Bare your soul,

To this world,

With each gasp of electric air. 

Let the drops,

Reach inside,

With the cool respite of care.

Let the worlds,

Very own tears,

Touch your soul and calm your fears.

And eventually the beauty brings you back to your senses.