Pluviophile

Grayed and heavy cumulus gather overhead,
Attempting to thwart my sunshine endorphins.
But nothing heals like the smell of coming rain.
The earthy damp scent floods my senses,
Releasing breath and tension from my chest.
With closed eyes, I see outlined lightning;
Thunder is the only pleasing sound I seek.
The remaining string of anticipation breaks
As the first drop hits my upturned face.
A smile cracks, lightning parting the sky,
While chilled droplets pierce me to my soul.
I could chase a storm for its lifetime,
An electrical charge keeping me tethered,
Until I feel just as free as the clouds.