Precipitation, Anticipation, Solitude and Solution

Nakroma (200.676,145.154,1002.86)

Stood by myself in summer's rain.
I heard it pattering on leaves of willow tree.
An aura of darkness clouds my thoughts,
and beneath my feet, the stone path slippery.

The wind was still as the fog thickened.
A light mist quickened to downpour.
Rivulets of water streamed down my skin and soaked me to the very core.

In this cold moment I began to see
a glimpse of hope, a clarity.
A break from my troubles and thoughts inane;
I was saved from solitude by the chilling rain.