return to the senses

by Jason Alan

the deafening half-silence of the small

drops of rain fills my ears.

another clash of grumpy

thunder claims all of what

the sky hears.

seeing the ground fill up with tiny drops

interrupted only by lightning.

looking up as the droplets

burn my eyes and seeing

what others would deem frightening.

i open my mouth and taste the substance

the life’s blood of the clouds.

they scour the night slowly

like small creatures and

cover the earth as death shrouds.

smelling something previously unknown

but rarely sweet.

returning to childhood

memories when nothing

smelled better than a candy treat.

feeling the showers come down upon me

the antithesis of pain.

concentrating, thinking deeply

trying to be

one with the rain.