Welcoming The Rain
(Deborah Taylor)

Gray clouds loom overhead
and threaten rain
not a soft drizzle
 a downpour...
The kind that cleanses
the ground
and the soul
I tilt my head upwards
tongue outstretched
eyes closed
thirsty
the twilight cast dancing shadows
 over the lake
drought leaves turn
their faces to the sky
in anticipation
thunder rolls
promising the onslaught
lightening pierces the sky...
and the quiet
my life has been too still
I feel the first droplets
bouncing off my eyelids...
sprinkling my lashes
dampening my hair
I stretch to reach
the liquid sunshine
not wanting to wait...
until it finds me
the skies open up
the deluge begins
pure cloud juice bathing me
I dance beneath the flow
spinning in a slow circle
feet splashing in the
sudden puddles
drenched beneath Heaven's waters...
I am baptized again
and I welcome the rain