i like the rain.
i love the rain.
in spring, in summer.
especially in summer
with the added peace and thrill of thunder mumbling through.
the flashes of light that split the sky, they too,
bring a sharp sense of peace that
grounds me and lifts me at once.
it is the patter of rain,
with its uneven pallor and distant scent of the lake,
that gives me permission, like little else can,
to sink gloriously, lavishly
into the secret caverns of my soul
where everything makes sense
and life in its sweet purity can be lived.
because tucked into a dry space,
porch-vast or umbrella-small,
just on the edge of the drops,
shoe-tips spattered with wet, shins still dry,
safe yet almost not,
there does joy overtake me.
there, yes there~