Soul-shower.
It’s funny, how a
cloud wipes the
grin from their faces.

But not from mine.

Rain-bringer,
Life-singer,
From whose drops
the foolish man
will hide.

And that’s his loss.

Cleansing tears.
Of feeble fears
a lifetime
scoured clean,
drop by drop.

Some things take time.

Up-looking,
Sky-smiling,
I face the rain
eyes open
wide.

For, after all,
it’s really… only… water!