Rain pours on the windows

I can see it, hear it,

feel it in my blood.

I can feel the pinpricks of soft

rain drops on my arms.

My soul is restless.

I have to run

set free the mind, the body

and the soul

Yearning to run, yearning to go.

Soul set free, rocketing into

the cold air.

A breathless laugh, as a spirit

released, a soul flung free, reckless ready,

bold and free.

~ americananime, Feb 6 2002

A/N: What's there to say? I have no rhythm. Anyway, it was written in math class while rain fell. Amazing what a boring math class will do to one's mind. Or maybe it was the highlighter ... just kidding.