The sun is still there behind her clouds 

She’s still there, as bright as ever, 

just lazing a while… under her shade.

 

Beautiful rain 

caresses and quenches 

faded roses, scorched grass 

parched earth…

 

Rain wipes away the dust and the dirt,

watering the fields, oceans, and thirst.

 

She cools and soothes as she strokes my skin 

her drops so gentle and graceful.  

Washing away the ceaseless thoughts  

she gives me space to be

 

Lost in her magic

as the sun makes crystals

of her fragile drops.