No title yet. Am wracking my brains for one.

I watch with envy the falling rains
And wish that I were there among them
Feeling the cold hard drops pounding away at my skin
Hearing the thunderstorm roar in my ears
As they called, are calling me to dance with them, still,
But I am bound , bound by the voices of my wiser education
Forever telling me that if I should stand in the rain,
I should fall ill, that I should soil my clothes,
And yet that hunger chews me still,
It pulls my veins and gnaws through my mind
Till the drumming stops above my head
And although the pools remain, the rain did cease
And I have lost my chance to feel the sleeting pour onto me
Because of my wiser education.
I now scorn it. Yet again.