A dance of rain

       Ah feeling of the wind pulling. The rain pushing.
The lights flashing inside the darkened sky. The
rumbles of ground shakings throughout the city.

      Oh how glorious the storm is. The sprinkles of
water splashing across my screen. Hinting of
the giggles falling inside my spirit. Oh to be out there
dancing in it. Would I be considered too silly?

      Instead I reach my hand out to feel, explore the
splashes. Oh fingertips caressed by rain. Did you
expand your fingers to touch as well?

    Reach. Oh the senses are well aware of the
earthy aromas playing inside the warm, wet air. Oh
such heated expressions fall upon the pavement.

    Now dying down is the falling. Darker and darker
the sky is becoming. The cooling is beginning.

    Oh how wonderful the textures are explored inside
a storm. Ah I lean out to give thanks to Jehovah for
the delightful show of lights. The creation of glory
just awaiting a moment of peace.

    Oh dear friend I hope you had the opportunity
to see paleness seated upon concrete watching in
awe of splendor.

    Soothing my soul and exciting the heartbeat of
this simple downpour of clean water. Rain water.
Yummy.

    So here is to you dear friend. This evening
take joy in seeing all cars washed. No need of
silly displays of contests of shirts dampened.

    So I wave a hello into the musky air. Hoping I see
more of flickering hope. Listening to the rolling
thunder rip throughout the land. Indeed a
breathtaking sight of simplicity. Do you agree?

   Come join me in the grandest show on earth.