Storm

It gives life.
Hope, somehow, without definition.
Cleansing.
Clarity.
Therapy.

I can't cut in the rain.
It's too pure.
Sacred.
My blood's filthy.
Unholy.
Unworthy.

Rain is a sanctuary,
Thunder's calming rhythm.
Lightning's light.
Cool, crisp rain.

Rain is best
At twilight.
Rain in the day is gloomy.
Rain at night is ominous and depressing.
Rain at dawn is foreboding.

Twilight rain
Washes away the day,
Clean and fresh for night.
Shower for the soul.
Yeah, that's cheesy,
But true.

Something about rain
Strikes you to the core.
Mystery, but security.
Rain is like home.