Liquid Kisses
The nebulous sky,
veiled in concealment,
crying liquid sunshine.
Delicate glass
plummeting,
beauty in darkness.
Myriad of beads
dancing on the window,
creating their own music,
like drum sticks beating a membrane .
Drip drop.
Pitter patter.
A smooth rhythm,
unbroken,
untouched.
Fragile petrichor,
crisp and true,
pierces the senses,
purifies.
The slumbering world,
drenched,
briskly sodden.
Drops seep through the skin.
Algidity disperses,
escorting tranquility.
Time is frozen,
ataractic,
hushed.
Rejuvenated nature,
once in extremis,
now prolific.
Incomparable
to a painted canvas.
Rain.
It empowers me,
as I watch it fall.
So graceful,
so delicate.
Potential to save,
and potential to kill.
A cleanliness I need
to wash away my lapses.
A new storm,
a new start.
Life
is all around me.
The jade grass,
budding trees,
roaring rivers,
and glossy lakes.
So pure,
unblemished.
I can be like them
and the flowers near by,
when I close my eyes
and feel its touch.
Falling from heaven,
an angel's kiss.
My soul flies,
and my mind is shushed.
Peace at last.
Sprinkling, whispering,
tattooing, and battering.
Dibble dibble
dopp dopp.
Rain.