It's Raining - A Poem

It’s raining, no need to face the stars,
Magnificence staring me in the face
Reminding me I’m less than an ant
and truly smaller than a speck of dust.

If I travel higher than five floors,
I need to get my feet back on ground
Like I’ve been on a spaceship flying
through skies to some foreign planet.

This star burns bright enough for me
I don’t need to traverse space to escape
I’ll just stay right here on dirt and dust
Escaping waters and skies is not for me.

For now it’s raining and I’m happy still
No need to call the sun through clouds
The mist on my face makes me smile
My secrets come from beneath the moon