RAIN...

Breathe... Let the air rush inside your lungs, close your eyes, lean your head backwards, and let the rain catch you... Swallow... and take the taste of the drops of rain deep inside yourself... Smell the savage perfume of the stars dropping from the sky... tears of heaven... Feel the gentle caress of the night, touching your neck, your hands, your whole body...
Storm... crazy wind coming from inside yourself, crushing and tearing every last beat of humanity that you possess, thunders revealing the shadows of your past, present and future, lightnings breaking the skies of your imagination...
Born in the storm, living inside it, making it real as often as your strength allows you, daughter of never ending rain... feeling it's taste, it's smell, it's touch...
Every time it' s storm you regain your powers. Like the bird of legend from it's fire... Your soul feeds on it. Your hands scratch the dark horizons trying to make them bleed rain. Your eyes call for the cold drops like a silent, pagan prayer. You bite your lips, and clench your fists waiting for the thousands heart beats that you hear in the rain. You turn your head sideways, just like waiting for the hand that should caress you.
Deep dark rainy night... your soul is trapped inside the drops, bursting out every time it touches the earth.
Breathe...
A.