It began in little droplets at first,
purifying the atmoshpere and quenching the thirst,
until it began picking up the pace:
thundering down in sheets and vacating the place.
Sitting there alone brought a wave of satisfaction;
no judgemental human to criticize my reaction,
as I watched tears fall from the windows' face:
reminding me of my mood...all of my disgrace.
And with each deep growl of thunder,
came creeping thoughts to make me wonder
how living should not be a chore,
but how life should be much more.