Drenched

I stand alone in the downpour—

Alone? No! The very air is quivering

With a thousand hands clapping in

A scarcely audible ovation of praise.

Drops stroke my skin sending tingling

Chills across my soul. My every inch

Sensationally alive with anticipation

Of their touch.

The racing rivulet of me set free despite

The clings of my sopping jeans. The

Smell of living freshness floods

Into my lungs. Blinding motion like

Melted diamonds enlivens all seen through.

Soaked to the bone? Yes, in ecstasy!