The dewy raindrops sink down my skin,
Leaving wet trails of tears that reflect my inside,
Drenching me with relief,
Now come my own tears,
Blending with my reflection down below,
As the meadow encloses me in a downpour,
I can feel the ragged bark beneath my fingers,
See the beautiful Blue Bells sinking with water,
And touch the roaring river,
Taste the fall leaves beneath me,
Feel the soft pad of the wet spiky grass,
Smell the sap oozing from the oak trees,
And finally the sound of the Gods,
The thunder cracks above,
Closely followed by the quick ragged birth of a lightning bolt,
This is me, my home, my peace of mind,
My safety, my savior, my meadow,
My Heaven, my Hell, my life.
