Glistening like moonlight on soft skin
Each touch, like a magical heal.
Those tiny raindrops on soft eyelashes,
Looking like crystals on a black field
A mystical rhythm and musical chant,
Like angels singing a heavenly song.
Fresh mud, and lush, green grass,
A beautiful opera, all day long.
A gentle breeze, breezing through the air,
Like a calm and serene, mesmeric flute melody.
And the smell so divine; a spiritual fragrance,
A wish to be in this moment, at least for eternity.
A gentle downpour, like a blessing from heaven,
The world sheathed in a beautiful mist.
Isn’t rain an ambrosial gift?
Leaving everything so tenderly rain kissed.