Rainy Days Are Meant For Me

Rain falls down.
I can't change that.
So I put on shorts, a T-shirt.
No shoes, bare feet.
Pull my glasses off.
I open the door to a misty sky.
Rain falling from clouds up high.
Lighting bolts flashing by.
I step out into the wetness.
Rain patters down on my legs, hands, arms, face.
Creating false tears, false sweat.
My feet and soaked, along with my hair.
I walk towards the road.
Hold my arms out,
and begin to twirl in the rain.
Thankful, that I have one more day.