Rain Embrace

She stands, in the pouring rain,

In the face of all pain,

Like the clouds in the sky…

He couldn't explain why he wanted to take a walk. He just did. Down the country lain, underneath the shield of an umbrella, just to get out of the consuming facts and figures that hung wasted in his brain. Ideas that were useless haunted him in when he felt defeated, cold nights turned warm by nightmares. Things he couldn't explain were happening. He knew some much though…how could he not explain it? Weary with frustration he reached the top of a knoll, and looked out and beyond the lolling plains, searching for an answer in the thin horizon. That's when he saw the young girl standing amongst the tall grass, her face lifted to the sky, embracing the rain…

Find life in the breath of the love,

Becoming something above,

Go back down to get high…

He wanted to think how foolish she was to sit the rain. But he couldn't. He envied the freedom she had of sitting in the rain, embracing it, submerging herself into the daring wetness. A battle began within himself. Could he not feel that freedom? Why shouldn't he? Abandon all intellect, just to feel? Yes. He through down his umbrella, and ran into the rain…lifted his face to the sky…

Take the sky,

Paint it on the wall,

Attempt to fly,

Learn to fall.

The rain soaked through and through, until his teeth were shattering, and his arms were numb. It's sweet kisses on his skin washed away all misery, and thus against the anxiety, he was happy. He saw the girl look at him, and smile. Then, in the blink of an eye, she was gone.

Artemis Fowl again woke up hot covered in sweat, defeated again by his own longing.

Looking outside, he saw the rain picking up from a light pitter, to a pounding drum roll.

Perhaps I shall take a walk, he thought; let me see if I can find my umbrella…

I don't own Artemis Fowl, but I do however, own the poem. So, Stealer of poems, beware.