Rain…
There is something about rain
something magical
something surreal
something joyful.
Some say something sad.
Not me.
Rain replenish
underground rivers
underground lakes
unknown unseen
underground oceans
only imagined
by hungry scientists
that spend countless nights
listening to recordings
of fragmented echoes
from their sonar instruments.
Rain brings solace
to thirsty soils
thirsty souls
thirsty flowers
thirsty animals.
Rain decorates the afternoons
the nights
of lonely misfits.
Rain changes landscapes
erodes mountains
relentless
unstoppable.
Rain takes material
down through valleys
through steppes
leaving along
tales of rocks
tales of ages.
Rain always has been with me.
Even when is absent.
I can smell it coming.
I can smell it gone.
Rain has accompanied me
walking back home
after endless nights
of pure debauchery.
Wetting my face.
Obscuring my sight.
But never got me lost.
Rain molds paths in front of me.
The paths of the memories
of unsung chants.
Of unseen lands.
Of untouched skins.
Rain brings me
the moist of eternity.
The moist of life…