My Psyche Amidst the Rain

It's easy to lose your thoughts in the rain
Forgetting who you are like if your even sane
Become entranced by the soothing effect
Sometimes drowning in your own intellect

I can watch thunder dancing for all hours
Observe droplets trickle down dyeing flowers
Listen to the sound of melancholy tears
Of the sky releasing it's pain from thousands of years

I adore the solitary emotions of rain
Always feeling like tranquillity is obtained
There's something about it's morbid beauty
It festers at my soul but not like cruelty

More like some abstract form of enlightenment
Almost a darker version of inner fulfillment
It inspires who I really am as an artist
Bending my perception as an analyst

Creating serenity within my blackened conscious
Helping me realize I might not be completely atrocious
As I astro project beyond the boundaries of "normal" plains
Such is the magical enigma of my psyche amidst the rain