In the pouring rain

In pouring rain I hear the soft pitter patter against our tin roof. The sound rolls around in my ears like the sound of a long white waterfall as it crashes down by the black viscous rocks below. The rain hits my head and bounces off like my heads a
trampoline. The little rain drops hit the hard ground forming great puddles
that splatter everywhere when I take great strides through them. Awfully cold rain soaks through my clothes going strait to my skin sending shivers all down my body. The rain sends great thrills around my body. I walk to the lovely warmth of my home dripping thinking about what the rain does to me.