Rain with feeling sounded on my head,
running through my hair, dripping
with random lines onto my face, like tears
without reason, they course onto my shirt.
The ground glistens, painted clean, each object
baptized with water; the opening sound of
wind builds like an orchestra warming for night.
The sky soon reopens with a blue ocean infinity.
Clouds fade into a flat horizon. The winds are
soft and forgiving, reminding me of the many
changes in life.
Roger Singer 