Rain

Soft and gentle
through cold, wet rain
feeling blissfully
on cobble streets
like mid-day showers
in a fall like dream

Somewhere, sometime
my eyes close like petals
to the sound of wetness
in my ears
where dew drops of
honesty and delight
dribble down my face
in my own individuality

Through holy streets
of human dignity
flow through time
in religious poverty
my passion grows
within each step
as those cleansing showers
work through charity and faith
playing it's part
in one and all
devoted and kind

Running through the wet streets
my heart soars as passion
puddles of dancing music
within each splash
growing in beauty
finding the light
I am home.