Walking in the rain ...

Oh ! the blessed rain,
to wash away all the stains,
of yesterday, of fears and old pain ...

the drops fall down hitting hard,
soothing sounds, earthy smells, winds on their guard,
each magical sensation it's own reward ...

walking down the street,
in every way complete,
holding my own admitting no defeat ...

drenched to the core, but standing high,
these pleasures no one can deny,
to the cloudy days, I say goodbye ...