Candid Conversation

The breeze, calm and composed,

Teases my hair, plays with it.

I close my eyes and,

I am the breeze.

Raindrops on my face,

Soft and intermittent.

The urge to separate, so strong, 
Overpowering.

The raindrops fall faster,

My thoughts, slow down.

I let go.

The lightning bolt, approves.