And when the rain began...
I wiped the window with my hand
to see the droplets bounce
upon the window sill as notes of Bobby Lyle.
I heard the melodic pinging
of each and every drop upon the roof.
I smelled the earth as it melted
and swoll intimately with the sky's juice...
It began forming puddles and streams
once again in the bareness of it's nature.
I stepped out upon the miranda
and felt the mist of its ectasy and wondered,
though momentarily, how perfect a love can be.
In the distant, over the countryside, I could see a rainbow...
bowing and radiating colors as the dew met the sun.
Suddenly...I realized...it too, loved me...
'cause it sure felt good all under.