Get Caught in the Rain

Pitter patter, on my roof top.
Showering my shoulders,
the rain feels good on my skin.
Goosebumps are exhilarating.

Traffic lights twinkle,
through glistening jewels.
Falling from the sky,
and onto my face.

Splashing puddles,
skipping along.
Who said I need to grow up?
Adolescence and simplicity at its best.

Listening to the wind blow,
the cars drive, the rain fall.
I am lost in a trace.
Pure joy. Carefree!

Why is it we live so fast?
Slow down and notice the little things.
The wind, how it blows; how it tickles your skin.
Intricate designs of nature.

Standing on a lamp post,
I feel so high, my mind is blank.
I see the dark sky, awaiting the sun's arrival.
My clothes are wet, drenched in ecstasy.

Eyes and mouth; wide open.
I can taste a little bit of heaven.
Raindrops fall in a gallery.
With their black back-drop displaying their grace.

They sprinkle, lightly.
The glossy streets reflect my soul.
I am enlightened today.
One foot after the other, I head back home.

Pitter patter.
Pitter patter.
Oh inspiring.
Pitter patter.

. : Share in my joy, laugh because you can. Gurgle with delight! : .