Rain – how is it we have come to see it
As not an anomaly – these drops
That form and fall from the heavens
In our own mundane state and unaware
Each one taking it for ordinary
I ply the droplet on my skin and
Marvel at its decisiveness
It splits and rolls and disappears
Into the earth becoming me
This air I breathe and what
The great water-former casting
Down the living with gentle motions
And oftentimes valiantly pummeling
Life into existence in a great tumult
Yes, I have been the rain – the water
Is in me – It becomes me
I too have lived my life in
Gentle strokes and terrible tumults
That sway and tear and rip
My very Being right into this
Illusion of my life that I hold