A hushed whisper
Cold, quick kisses upon your face,
Soaking your body,
Seeping all the way to your heart until,
You feel that tingle,
That spark,
That intuition,
The indescribable feeling,
That so many fools have tried to put to words.

A beautiful song,
With a million rhythms,
And just as many lyrics,
Swimming around you
Grabbing at your soul.
You should feel so cold,
Because you're covered not
From head to toe,
There’s not one inch of skin on you
That hasn't been touched
And you don't move an inch
You can't bear the thought of moving
Because maybe then,
Maybe then it will all just be a dream
As you stand
Alone in the rain.

It's an unimaginable feeling
So unbelievable
That you have to try,
Just try,
To share with the world
It’s not the heart. No,
It’s not the head or the mind,
It’s not the gut,
Or the body,
But it's the soul,
Oh! The famous soul!
How often do we speak of him?
But maybe today,
Just maybe,
We’ll do him some semblance of justice.
Because what you're feeling,
Drenched, dripping, delirious
Right now,
Don't move!
You might lose it,
Yes, just stay right there.
Breathe deeply,
Calmly,
Close your eyes,
Reveal in the softness of the moisture,
The smell it gives
As it bathes the world.

Your heart is pumping
You’re excited,
Don't move!
No one can get you.
The hope,
The peace,
The overpowering and overwhelming peace
The feeling that seems to spread
As the rain soaks your skin
Your soul sucks it in
Licking its lips as it sucks the blood of the sky.
The serenity.
Listen,
Just listen,
Do you hear it?
The soft music
So beautiful,
There’s nothing like it
And it's just so
So hard
To describe,
But I guess,
Maybe I'm just another fool
Drenched in rain.