Sweet Rain

I’m listening to you fall

I don’t feel sadness from your sound

You grow louder and heavier

As if hearing my enthusiastic silent call

Something inside me awakens

I need to feel you, see you, touch you

You sting my skin with your ice-cold touch

I am overtaken -

By the exhilaration of your freshness

Your excitement, your intensity, your ethereal ways

I feel at home

Slowly I sway

And begin to spin

Swiftly I fall

Drenched in your Beaujolais

You reveal to me a hidden past

Of beauty and mystic

I past I long to find out more about

A past to revisit and holdfast.

Take me home.