As The Rain Falls Poem by sean alexander

As the rain falls
And so here we find ourselves!
To dance
To prance
Around in the rain.
The water comes down and washes away the pain.
We do not think about tomorrow only about today.
We feel liberated in some mysterious way.
That I cannot put my finger on.
I cannot tell the reason or rhyme.
The space or time
Where we were was a place called happiness.
All of us having little droplets of condensation
Caress all the fibers in our bodies.
A little slice of heaven and salvation.
None of my five feelings could describe this sensation.
I feel as through life is a beautiful painting sometimes
Sometimes you get caught up in the wrong use of color
Or the way a bush might stick out from the whole painting
The little intricate details that conquer the mind
And keep us up at night.
It takes you to step back from the painting
And look at it as a whole
To really admire the artist’s creation.
I feel like this is one of these moments everything comes to grips in a canvass
And everything you can imagine comes true.
Like tiny droplets of rain everything doesn’t hit you at once.
And yes sure there is danger that up ahead lighting bolts might strike!
But it’s worth it to let the waters of happiness lay upon your face.
So there I was with the four people I admire most
My best friend
My lover,
My teacher,
My brother,
All Dancing around one another,
All feeling free like no laws exist in this world
No evil or treachrorous people exist either.
Only what is right and what should be right.
The rain is an act of god that comes to shower you in freedom
I cannot tell whether the water on my eyes is rain or tears of happiness
And I couldn’t have felt that there were better people to share it with me.

A friend that will stick to the very end,
A lover with the kindness of a mother,
A mentor that helped me to find my center,
And a brother with a smile to me unlike any other.

And as I lay dying
While I lie upon my bed
When I see the bright lights
1 thought will go through my head

And when the sun is setting
Out on the evening sky
When death knocks on my door and asks
“Are you ready to die”.

And when the story’s over
And when my life has burned its entire ember.
There is only one thing
That I will bother to remember

Is this moment
This day
Every second
In every way

For these are the moments of which dreams borrow
And why time comes to a halt
This is why you have pictures of tomorrow
And this is why the rain falls.