Rain

Standing

Waiting

A pitter-patter on the ground

I look into the sky

Grey.

Walking

Moving

Cool drops landing on my arms

Soaking my hair and my clothes

The blue hair dye running down my face

Running

Sprinting

The drops hit me more rapidly

Cold and wet

But oh so happy

Drops cling onto leaves

Afraid of hitting the ground

Just as many of us are

Clinging

Never wanting to let go

But eventually, they must fall

and when they do, it is ever so beautiful