Endless arrays of droplets 

that fall from the sky

like wistful wishes,

The rain is incomparable to the attainment of knowledge,

the sense of self and oneness that encase your mind 

as the pitter of water coats over your barren skin.

the loving endorsement it provides your soul,

sweeping your heart into a warm embrace.

Our bodies are weeds stretching and choking, 

entangling one another,

begging to have affection poured down on us like weeds in the rain. 

That longing want to be filled with something more than the sense of anxiety we feel as we gaze into a burning fire.

I would rather be doused in the rain.

A sopping cold that gives my body a heaviness,

grounding me to the earthy floor.

There is a calm to a rain,

there is a calm that makes me sane.

there is a peace that falls over me like 

weeds in rain.