Rain by PoetryGrrrl

I lift my face to the rain;
it pours over me like sweetness
washing away confusion, sadness
waters down tears, eases pain
rinses away the residue
of life’s acid rain
that eats away at soul
and heart and mind
time is an illusion
what seems so pressing now
will pass through tree lined halls
with no notice taken;
Goddess tears, wept in generosity
I am left with lingering thoughts
of one that will not fade;
I love the rain!