Unforgettable Rain

Up in the grey sky I do not see
the heavens on this late morning,
yet I acknowledge with sharp
awareness the cold air, wet
streets and a familiar stillness
that all that stands to surround me.

The leaves under my feet are wet,
folded, beaten, opened, small, large,
yellow, red, brown and orange spreaded
all around me intimately near and
deliberately far away as I look within
the showering waters from above.

A body wrap of coldness surrounds me
with no apology, when I come to exhale
the cold mist nestled within my lungs
to make me know well I was not alone
upon the very time I stood outside
to breathe the morning air.

Drizzling soft tears hit my face, hands,
clothes and slip-on boots, clapping down
ever constant around where I stood, beyond
the farthest distance of my naked sight
bears full capable to see. Purposeful with
opulence it bathed many homes, streets,
trees and give a plentiful drinking feasts
to the earth worms.