Raindrops In Heaven

why does it
when it rains
I feel so serene?

as if nothing
could stand my way
in being
human.

teardrops from heaven
glistening in lamplight
falling upon the joyous shrubs
and greens

the messenger of life
the adventurer of spirit
and a westerner
to the easterner.

and there goes the thunder
with its heavenly screams
and its bright light
tearing the skies.

there goes the flash of light
as hot as a thousand suns
as bright as the day
and as feared as life itself.

why does it
that when the rain stops
it felt so strange?

the messenger
had completed its journey
and scorned
shall be the light.