Death Of A Minor Poem by Kyriakos Kant

And so it starts to pour,
which makes it all pure.
And i get out in the rain,
cause such a chance cant go in vain.

This time its different,
not like any other storm,
so i decide to undress
and leave my home, that is warm.

That wonderful noise,
I already hear,
like nature's voice,
piercing through my ear.

The rain's smooth moisture,
which wets my soul,
like bitter chocolate
that melts in a bowl.

Its watery smell,
inculcates my nostrils.
It feels so well,
I'm satisfyingly exhausted.

Rain, ground's wine,
like gold for a mine,
or mud for a swine.
The moment is mine!

That sky,
anything but dry.
Not any eyes deserve,
this scenery to observe.

Faded memories
rush through my mind,
while, all of a sudden,
there is no time.

I now clearly feel it coming,
there is nothing i can do.
Like a little girl that's drowning
by malicious voodoo.

Furious lightenings from the upper world,
fall rapidly with hate
and tear my apart, without a word.
Goodbye dear mate..

As a last wish,
one more time I will spin.
Now clean, from any sin,
this life I will much miss..

Violently i dropp dead,
my blood smears my head,
and here i lie, figuring out rhymes,
about freaky rainstorms and muddy swines..

What am I?