for a while
i thought my mind
was dripping
then perhaps
it could be the track
was skipping
so slow
to realize the gravity
of the humidity
my world
dropped into
delectable downpour
i whirled
doused in
dreamy drizzling
through
desert scales
the divine seeps in
and once inside
the seeds do sprout
begin to grow
so seldom
do the rains pour
within my soul
so when
they come i soar
and become whole
