Rain
Lie in the forest
A bright crackle of light
Boom! Cannonading between mountains
The pianississimo of first raindrops
The bird-step pace increases
Mind not discerning patterns
Concentrate
The smell of moistened earth
Redolent of the taste of ocean-caught fish
A taste-smell that is the living earth
Perhaps of life itself
The rain drums its undecodable pattern
The forest breathes its cryptic scent
Lie there and bathe in the wild gifts
The mind thinks of nothing
I turn to touch my lover...