"Wanting"

The first clouds in a week
Roll in and settle, ominously,
Overhead.

The wind shifts and twists,
Seeming to shake the clouds,
Forcing them to empty.

Rain! Glorious rain!
The first rainstorm I've seen
Since I moved here.

Desperately, I yearn to be outside,
Yearn to let the rain soak me,
Fill me to the brim.

People outside clutch their jackets;
Try to prevent the rain and wind
From getting through their layers.

I grumble from within the confines of my store,
People outside don't have a clue
How lucky they are.

The rain stops, as quick as it started,
And I'm sad that I missed being in it,
Sad for being unable to turn my face up to it.

The wind rolls the clouds onwards,
Leaving the sky empty,
But darkening with oncoming twilight.

I watch the night fall, from my confines,
Wanting the rain to return...
...wanting...

                                                               - Kris R. Law
                                                                 03.07.2005