subdue

rain descends

artist washes the canvas in grey

a moving curtain

before green trees and pale sky

a flickering, a glimmering

leaves dip under infinitesimal weight

spring up and bow again

streaks of silver

they fall, they fall

a constant sound

ceaseless, soothes

calms even when loud

countless water fragments in motion

all at once and each alone

it is a living sound

the breath of a large strange organism

steady and liquid and foreign

the smell, familiar 

even before the first drop

both fresh and musty

lingers on the pavement

fills the air with something

indescribable feeling

calm, melancholy, comfort

caress of the rain

dampening, an enveloping mist 

frizzes hair, moistens skin

drenching, a presence

rivulets down skin

hair slick and straight

clothes adhere to body

walk through it, unprotected

feel like an imperfect god

and the thunder it comes

it menaces

distant, close

fear, a thing unknown

a primal instinct repressed

laugh, free, dance in the lightning

senses revel

skin cold, blood hot

squint upwards and sing 

oh, to ever be thus shielded