Forbidden Rain

I stand here for as long as I can.
I feel the breeze blow me away.
So cool.
So wet.

Just a bit longer and…
Yes.

Here it comes…

The drizzle of little droplets covering me in tiny kisses tickle.
It makes me happy,
But the Storm Clouds are coming.
I know they are.
They always do.

Mom calls me Inside.
I’m not to Touch the Rain.
It might get me Sick.
Oh, how I long for this Forbidden Rain!

But I know It will be back again.
The Rain always comes.
It is always there.

But I can not go near It.
Though I long to.

And when It’s gone,
I watch It’s Mark.

It is not Forbidden.
It is a Curse.

I see my Reflection cast in Its wake.
And if I Touch,
It is only what I have left Behind.
My Face is destroyed in the process.

How I long for this Forbidden Rain!

To be caught in the midst of it!
To touch It!
To taste It!
To smell It!
Even just to see It once more.

Forbidden Rain,
You are my Forbidden Rain.
I want nothing of your cursed Puddle!
It only causes pain.

Rain, Rain,
My Forbidden Rain.
I want you not to be Forbidden anymore.