Forgetting Myself

It reminds me of that
   When the rain washed us clean
      Of any guilt that brought us down
         In the middle of the night
            We sat in the mist
                Of raindrops left hanging in the air
                    Time stood still
                        As we breathe innocent breaths
                    For a time we weren’t wrong
                But only acting out our wishes
            Instincts played out fully
        We paid rules no attention
      Set aside the emotions tied to us
   We commited wrong, oh so wrong
And felt so so good
That’s what the storm out my window
Reminded me of:
that night I forgot the story I was playing in,
and basically listened to myself for a little bit.  In the rain.

By Don Bernal