Imagine the Rain

Watching the clouds move in,
A feeling of peacefullness sweeps over me.
I feel the breeze on my face,
and I hear the wind
As it's breath hits the trees dancing
Dreamily with the leaves.
Slowly and softly at first
With it's whispers of a coming promise.
I hear the tapping as a light and misty rain
Begins it's melody on the ground.
I smell it...
I hear it...
I close my eyes and suddenly a thunderous echo of applause rushes my senses taking my breath away.
I feel the heavy beating upon my skin.
And I stand there captivated
By the sensation of what started out
A subtle insinuation of an idea
Is now very much an aggressive overtaking.
Covering the earth with its magic,
Filling the air with it's presence,
Removing the acknowledgment of any other sensation,
Chasing away any form of awareness...
I am lost,,,
But I am found...
Lost to everything that was before this possession,
But found completely and nutured by an unkown comforter.
I feel myself forgetting everything...
All that is real to me in this moment is the steady drums of the rainfall, the cool wet breeze against my skin, the clean sensation of the water washing over me, and the breath of enchantment.
I hear the thunder rolling becoming louder shaking every particle of my being, weakening my knees,,, I almost fall from the powerful voice taking control of my mind.
And then it hits me...
A lightening strike numbing my body and awakening places inside me that I never knew existed arousing an awareness that has never been known to me.
I feel it...
Coursing inside me,,,
Filling me with a power nonexistent to mortal touches or even concieved by touch.
A feeling that can only be felt from the inside of the very depths of the unreachable.
I see you...
Then suddenly almost as if waking from a dream,
I am shaken by the quickened stop which is as unexpected as the start.
I hear the echo fading into nowhere that I can follow,
Disipating, seemingly further away.
I reach out but there is nothing to grasp,
I open my eyes and watch it fade away
All the while wondering why I can't hold something that can hold me so intently...
Finally with saddened eyes I reallize it's gone...
Looking around me the stabbing gut wrench snaps me back into the real world..
What left behind in the mud and the gloom of nothingness..
A puddle, muddy ground, slippery grass, and a longing to possess something that is unpossessable.