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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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