R A I N . . .

Closeted in the redundant safety
of a concrete shell,
looking out.

I see the curtain descend;
shimmering, iridescent sheet,
each drop blurring into the next.

I watch the grass drink up the elixir;
I watch it glow, with life.

I listen to the sound the roof makes;
pitter-pattering in ecstasy
from the teasing, playing rain.

I think of every single time I've felt rain on my body;
the touch, little rivulets flowing down my face,
drenched clothes clinging, clinging for dear warmth.

I remember the pleasure of being out in the rain
and i know-
even within this concrete shell,
the rain still falls down on me.