Bathing Under The Rain

there is rain
there is this rush
and i am bathing
under this coldness
i stop
doing anything
canceled all other
appointments
there is this rain
that seems not to stop
falling on my hair
and i am wet all over
and i remove all my
clothes and i keep
running
there is a wall all around
me
it is cold, so cold
i dance and
tumble
and i am
all alone by myself
shouting
for joy!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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