Rain Part
Monday, June 28th, 2010As much as sun I want rain, instead it is warm and it is grey, a blanket bright of undecided vapour, get together and soak my branches.
Rain may cover, distort and shroud. You can see me, behind looking glasses all moving so fast, each an eye, showering away points of view.
No amount of will can make you come, my rain, I miss you, I miss your attempts to take away my heat, the way you cling to me, mess my hair.
I can hear your noise, you remind me of a river, one I could swim in for the shock, choosing to be intimate and chilled all over, drenched.
You partner with the wind, take away my comfort, a shiver energetic to life, water in motion attacking my system, my breath taken, shaking.
Please rain wont you come, you are drink for the soul, you never got old. You know me, I collect you, dance with you and sail through you.
Rain on face, trickle over lips taste, on the back of my neck you freeze, make my heart beat, panoramic shower patters lifting damp ground.
Test me with grey, your dull makes me brighter, you highlighter, you lifter upper, your glaze brings me alive, cleanses and invigorates.
-jkne
