It rained today,
The first rain in forever.
It smelled nice;
A great wet sigh of relief

I didn't miss it until today-
When the raw thunder rolled over my back
And down my pinkened cheeks
When the crisp grass softened
And mists poured thickly through the rippling trees
That pulls over the sky like white sheets
Tucking us in to the earth; soft and small and damp and sweet

But maybe tonight, the pattering tap
Will pull me so softly
To sleep

I still remember
your footsteps beside me,
whispering on the asphalt,
in the rain,
in the hollow of dark nights,
beneath the weary glow
of city lamp poles,
upon the trembling wet pavement.

Now you have left
the rain,
the light,
and me.

Yet still I walk
through the same aching air,
the same silver rain,
the same empty streets.

Each drop that falls
is a soft echo
of your vanished footfall,
each puddle
a mirror to a memory
I cannot outrun.

O rain,
why can you wash the world clean,
but never wash
her footsteps
away from my life?

I like how when it rains,
but does not pour,
you get those little drizzles,
like a snail's trail,
flowing down the glass
like entering mass.

and when the hail hits
as you're driving
upon your wind-screen,
you feel comforted
and feel a sense of ease
at very long last.

And walking through
thunder of the storms,
the lightning and sounds,
light up distant nearby
and the soaking of hair,
lays your soul again to bare.

It rained heavy the last
few days
I love watching rain
the trees get washed
and so does the concrete
Everything glistens
getting wet is a joy!
Being out on the streets
in a car feels cosy
pain removes pain...

When the drop is steep
And stomach needs filling
Not wanting to let you down
That feels unavoidable
Chasing affirmations for myself
Want to wake up earlier
Just tend to fall asleep late
Started to notice the flowers more
Maybe because they have blossomed
Doesn’t always feel like that
Winter dragging into spring
Autumn death apart from living
Feeling tired spiralling out of control
Back inside the same confines
You used to spend when you were young
Still very much the same kid
Just with a growing responsibility
Weighing heavy upon my chest
Armour which protects and limits
Trying to break the chains which jangle
Feet dragged walking the city streets
Wanting to say hello rather just rake the leaves
Go about my work in silent peace
Enjoying the solitude of the garden
Tired of not crying would like some tears
Weeping like a child loses its appeal
As you realise what you have to do
Need to take the initiative and start living
Make something of myself

Hush, it's raining.
Heaven's cleaning the earth
with its gentle brush,
anew.