barefoot in the rain
my hair sticking to my face
water droplets forming on my eyelashes
wet making all the colours of the world
darker
and the air
fresher
liquid crystal rivulets circling my feet
mixing with the dirt
carrying pieces of where they have been
to wherever they are going
my obscured reflection on the slick pavement
ignoring the cold and
listening to the sporatic rhythm of raindrops
learning to dance
on these sharp edges
sparkling spheres clinging to the underside of the branches
sliding off the leaves
dropping to the grass
these tears from the sky
as angels weep for the brokeness
that is us
