The rain, as it drips.
Crystal tears that fall from the dirt filled sky.
As they drop, collecting the pollution.
Bringing it back down to us, to earth.
The rain, so fine.
From a cloudy, grey, perfect sky.
The cracked wrinkles and streaks of darkness and light,
merge like the skin of the earth.
So old and wizened, so knowing;
So lost as we are.
The rain falls and within,
a sense of peace, of belonging,
All we ever need know in the drop drop drop,
streams run like tears all down.
My forehead, past my eyes, down the nape of my neck.
The cold, ethereal chill.
The spine tingling, numbing loss of sense,
As the rain takes over.
The scattered, erratic falls which pitter-patter so randomly,
yet so evenly they fall,
true beauty as ever seen, as never seen.
I close my eyes, feel the grass underneath my feet,
soaked to the marrow of my thin, weak bones,
cold and shivering, here,
I am at peace.