~Water~



Soft and gentle,
Basicly sentinental.
Falling, falling through the air,
In the mold of a shimmering tear.

It's touch can be as soft as a loving caress,
Or it can fall twisting turning into a violent mess.

When it falls it can wash away all of your strife,
Gently wraping around you in a soft embrace,
Bringing with it the essence of life.

Or it can turn cold and wild pouring down showering all its wrath,
Becoming a wild current, flooding, seeking, devouring all in its path.

This is what im thinking, though some may call me insain,
As im standing out in the pouring rain.