Ode to Rain
Oh Rain, how lovely your presence is.
You hide the blazing sun
and bring the shade I crave.
My body is a desert of dying plains.
Sipping every splash of you is
a refreshment of joy.
From the Heavens, you Tickle my skin.
I See you shimmering on my eyelashes
like gleaming crystals.
I smell the air, and inhale the
freshness you bring.
You form pooling puddles like sheets of glass in which I splash upon.
When you pass, I wait patiently
for the melodic drip drop symphony
you bless.
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