Rain

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The final warnings before the clouds open.

Healing rain.

It pours ... Into my glass.

Colourless, odourless swirls.

WHAP!

Shards of broken glass as I hurriedly rise to see what's causing the racket on the roof.

(The first rain after drought often makes people giddy)

I see the wind, I feel the rain on my skin - even before I step into it.

Healing rain.

Taking away all traces of darkness in my mind.

Freeing my ... soul. 

Enveloping me.

Ever kissed in the rain?

Better yet ... Ever kissed the rain?

The true children of water experience renewal with each shower.