Cool Summer Rain

There’s no feeling quite like a cool summer rain.

It comes and it goes, gently erasing pain.

Those huge, sweet raindrops wash the tears from my face.

For a short while, my sad thoughts they replace.

For a time, it is as though I am a child.

Living with reckless abandon. I am wild.

So what if the rain soaks through all my clothing?

Who is there to hear me as I twirl and sing?

For a short time, the rain clears me of sorrow.

I don’t seem to care what happens tomorrow.

The rain brings me joy that my life has forgot.

It is a happiness that cannot be bought.

But just like the storm,  the moment is fleeting.

Into myself, I’m already retreating.

I think to myself as the clouds start to wane

There’s no feeling quite like a cool summer rain