Rain falls softly, steadily
Nature is stilled by its song
Lulled asleep by the cool whisper
Of wet wind through wet leaves.
With dry, airborne dust
Lofty expectations fall
And dreams precipitate
Somehow all are mixed
In the mud at my feet.
All that was once dissipated
All that was in disarray
Is now gathered like a child
Under the protective grey cloak
Of the maternity of rain-
A maternity which nurtures new life
Within its misty caress.
All complexities disappear
In the humble simplicity of water.
My tears merge with raindrops,
And are consumed by thirsty torrents:
Hurried streams that brush by my legs.
Their cold tongues lick my shivering form.
I feel like a foreigner to this landscape,
I wonder if the streams can taste my trepidation
When they encounter my warmth
Intruding upon this Kingdom of the Cold.
Dissolved with my tears
Are the sorrows they symbolised
Too pure a universe surrounds me
For me to rob this virgin world
Of its child-like ignorance
Of human disaccor