The Rain

The Rain

Liquid curtains fall from the skies
dancing, twirling
beneath the glow of the street lights
water drips from my eyelashes
as i walk the empty streets
no umbrella – no hood
just me and the rain
it covers me – owns me
and for the first time
in a long time… I lose track of time
and I feel alive.




author: rashael crystal
photo source: Graham Blackall