A Mist Covers The Earth
 
Waiting in the rain,
rivulets run down my face.
Steady all day.

The ground soft underfoot.
The earth turning green
right before my eyes.

I lick up the water,
almost a fish again.
New again.

Every puddle
a step into childhood,
a break from the rules.

I'm drunk with the fear
of thunder and lightning.
The rain is its own world.