Sometimes epiphany comes at unexpected places
Her spirits take off on
ecstacy's
unprecedented flight
as each sensuous
raindrop kisses...
...her parted lips.
The sleepy puddles
on the wet alley
beckon her playful feet
to tickle the ripples
on their dormant...still surface.
Hugging the wet sky,
she whispers into
the wild wind's ear:
I love him not...
...and With that... once more she
becomes the rain's own child
embracing the earth with
a ferocity hitherto unknown...