When the rains burst forth
from heaven's lofty heights,
Apollo deigns to repress his golden light.
Beneath, waves unfurl with whitecaps
crashing on my island's sand;
I feel the strength of Mother Nature's land.
Render me no umbrella for this storm;
no paltry drops are felt to prickle skin,
just blur of storm to be consumed within.
Rain has always been a love to me.... so
when crystal droplets fall they become a part
of the euphoria felt deep within my heart.