I feel the rain on my skin,
Like needles piercing into my flesh.
Bittersweet pain to let me know
I am living, breathing, growing in the rain.
Is life my reward for this pain
Or is this pain my penance for living?
I feel the rain on my skin
Or is that my trailing tears I feel?
Like flowing water in my life
The rains will come again
This pain will come again.
The rewards of living, of loving, of feeling
Are the things I dream of while it rains
-K.L. Dubay
