There really is something
About standing in the rain
That makes it truly primal.

It isn't that there's some
"Godly presence"
Or spiritual overwhelm.

But something about it that makes
Us all feel small
Or large in our own ways.

Knowing that the world
Itself can condense water into moisture
And its harmless
As it falls from the skies in sheets
And waves.

And yet,
Every time it rains
I pray for thunder
And lighting.
Willing the skies to crack and sizzle
Through the night skies.

Nothing I have experienced yet
Can compare to its
Awe and simplicity.