• Rain falls down, hitting skin
    The young man is standing
    Arms held wide
    Chest thrust out
    Head leaned back
    His eyes closed
    And his mind wide open
    As each drop splashes upon his chiseled face
    He lets a problem go with it
    His anxiety pools below his Adam’s apple
    His sorrow spills down his spine
    His anger tears down his bare chest
    His frustration falls from his fingertips
    As the feelings begin to hide
    He lets the thunder chase it
    From the corners of his mind
    The lightening brightens each memory
    With its odd electric touch
    Finally the dark clouds pass
    And his eyes open, letting him be
    Reborn