Rainfall

I like to saunter in the rain.
Walking outside helps me
To cast aside the fire and flame
Inside my head which do me ill.

And as I wander down the street,
I hear the sounds of the world unfold.
The metallic tones of rain
Dropping into the gutter,
And the cries of the various fauna.

As I continue my heedless journey,
I stop and think how good the rain feels on my skin.
The drops of cold water nourish me,
And begin to rouse me from my dreamworld stupor
Therefore, my problems begin to wash away
Down the gutter like the rain.

And soon enough, on my relaxing odyssey,
I come across the denizens of the village
Jogging past as the rain falls down.
I view them as insane
As they soldier on through the wind and the rain.
But are they any different from I?
For I am marching on through the damp and the cold as well,
So it would be hypocritical to call them mad.

Moving on the quiet lanes
Gives me time to reflect
On days gone by and the nature of things,
But nothing in particular.

As I stop and walk across the road,
My eyes roll over the dandelions in the fields.
Perceived by many as horrible weeds,
But I see them differently; as a flower as beautiful as any other.
Therefore I stop, pick one and journey on
Through the rain and the cold
Until I reach my destination.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a car rushes past me
And at once I am drenched in the discarded tears of angels.
But I do not let this get me down
Though glum I am now, I realise there will be
Happier times for in me to dwell.
And soon enough the rain begins to quell,
And the sun breaks free from its cloudy chains,
And I realise that I am reaching my destination.