The massive clouds began rolling in,
Like a black panther on the prowl.
I gazed on as excitement filled me from head to toe,
Too impatient for the coming rain to contain my happiness.

The plump raindrops began to descend onto the treetops,
Until they finally reached me on the ground,
Where I waited for them feverishly.

With increasing speed, more and more raindrops hit me
Soaking me to the core.
The feeling of my clothes sticking to my skin,
Is as if the rain is washing all of my troubles away.
Any trouble that I was having before the rain’s arrival,
Is gone as the rain washes me clean.

As soon as the storm begins,
It is gone, leaving me behind,
With only a newly formed memory.
The humidity of the day returns,
And my utopia is gone just as rapidly as it arrived.

Once the sun dries my clothes and skin,
My clothing sticks to me as it did only moments before,
Only this time it is not a sensation that enchants me.
I feel confined and unable to break free,
Like a newborn hatchling who knows he has wings,
But has no idea how to use them.

The humidity of the day reaches great heights,
And I wonder to myself how the same feeling
Makes me feel so exhilarated in one situation,
And yet depressed in another.