This
sensation of rain falling
after
days of sand wind and red sun,
of
waves wrapping stranded sea shells
in
unwritten water words rising
Painting the skies with aquarelle clouds
who
finally shed their drizzle drops in silver strings
to
sink into curved rose ponds
and
gather in the white cups of calla lilies
To
tell their rain tales
of
found lands and lost love
while
the clouds soak in the soothing
fragile petal fragrance
Then
like birds, finally dissolve
to
share the taste they carry
