Last night I heard the rain falling against my window,
And I heard the sweet song as it played against the glass.
I recalled a story where a father once told his child
That when the rain falls in really big drops,
Little ballerinas come out to play.
You can see them dancing in the flickering twilight
As the droplets splash against the sidewalks

Most people avoid the inclement weather,
Yet I embrace it.
You asked me why I liked to walk in the rain,
And I really had no answer.
To tell someone why in a neat little package
Is to deny them the experience of getting to know the rain as I do.

As I stepped out into the evening air,
I was greeted by the warm sweet showers of June.
The sunset was ablaze in pinks and oranges,
Set against the grey and periwinkle storm clouds that canvassed the sky.
Lightning stretched forth it fingers,
And the thunder called out my name.

As I made my way into the park,
I saw that I was alone.
I surrendered myself to the rain,
And I began to feel it melt down all the walls
That I worked so hard to build today.
I was no longer alone: the passive observer, the scientist, the spectator.
The rain ran through my body, over my very self,
And I slipped away into the oneness that the rain remembers to bring to me.
I become one with the all.
And at the very instant of collective consciousness,
I was given the gift of the rainbow.
A truly beautiful and fragile gift
More delicate and fleeting than the white rose.

I told you I always thought I would die forgotten and alone.
No one should weep for me;
The rains will return and bathe me with their gentle love,
And the thunder will call my name.