Grey cloud-palm presses down
trees still as puppets hanging from their strings
a hiss across fields......
becomes patter on leaves,,,....
ruffle through grass.....
now! now! now! tapping against skin
as droplets flatten with a splash! roll out, meet others,
become a sheen of cool clarity
clothing like a canvas saturated in shadow colours
heavy as a shell, yet giving no protection, welcoming
the ravishment of RAIN
space is a veil between trunks, green
grass, leaves, moss, lichen b-r-e-a-t-h-i-n-g
pulsing with a trillion beats
streams grow underfoot
puddles in parched hollows, relief as memory to a lost mind
everywhere, a patina of ecstacy