The air starts to choke, I open the door
my clothes start to smother, they fall to the floor
the rain falls to me, I open my arms
the water caresses, the lines of my palms.
The shadows are dampened, the air is awake
the light of the door glares so painfully fake
I shut the glare out, and open my eyes
I stare to the heavens, behind the night sky
Standing unshackled, free in the rain
I feel myself lighten, watered again
each single raindrop, which cleanses my skin
touches my inner, breathes to within.
The raindrops intensify, my body responds
with chills down my spine, a natural wand
opens my lips, and lets sweet life bloom
to course through my veins, completely consumed.
For when I stand naked, alone in the rain
I know there is nothing, similarly sane
myself and the sky, each raindrop a knife-
cuts through my skin and restores me to life.
3 thoughts on “Naked in the Rain”
Your best yet.
Even the rhythm has that bouncy, pitter-patter of raindrops. But was that the ‘rhythm’ you wanted to convey?
Read and re-read! Nice work
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Thanks very much 🙂 means a lot!