The drops of water that come from the sky,
Look beautiful
And elegant
I stare at the clouds in awe
They move in such a fluid manner that it
Captures my eye,
I wish it would start pouring
Hard,
Against the pavement
I want to be drenched and have my hair
Stick to
My face
I want my mascara to smear and
Run down my cheeks,
Let the rain wash out
My worries, regrets and
Doubts
Let them flow away in a stream of release