Naked, In the Rain

Rain,

Why do you make me think so hard?

What is Your force of ponderence that keeps me indoors

I do

all to is PLAY!

when want

I remember one night

It was late

The rain poured outside

And Your magic ran in my veins

I was tired of pondering

And staying in the dry

So I took off all my clothes

And I wanted to hide

But You, You beckoned me outside

So I opened the door

It was cold

But I’d been cold before...

...I wasn’t afraid...

...well, maybe just a little...

I stepped out.

The wind immediately brought the wet to my face

I struggled to hide the joy I felt

I wasn’t sure of what to do

I’d never experience such mystery before

I decided to wash myself

I had what I needed

But soon, clean didn’t really matter to me

I laid down on the grass

And closed my eyes

And pretended I didn’t exist

But each drip showed I did

I was cold, but it didn’t matter anymore

I was filled with curiosity

With mystery

I was very afraid of being discovered

But the moment was stronger

I took off

Ran in circles

Skipped

Jumped

Ran again

Rolled

Then laughed...

...at myself?

...I’m not sure...

...maybe that such a thing was possible...

I stood

And I loved the moment

I was wet

And dirty

And cold

And I loved it

But not for what it was

I loved it cause You were there

And You loved it because I was there

Then a car came

I ran inside

Back into the dry

I hid again

Washed off the soap and dirt

Put on my clothes

And wished to God that I could be back out in the rain

...He wished it too...

But I was already safe and dry

And being discovered, naked, in the rain

I couldn’t let that happen

Why?

Well, you try it and tell me.

I have begun to understand why people sit and ponder the rain;

It’s too wonderful, and the world, too beautiful,

We are scared,

Scared of falling in love.