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.