Rainy Days

The wind, a soft kiss against my cool lips... I'm warm inside...
The aftertaste of this garden shower hangs in the air.
Mist sways, still, heeding no unseen warnings, craftily.
And, oh, what a mockery the unseen makes of the mist, as, naively, it fades slowly away.
Still-green fallen leaves line the lonely streets, nestling in comfortable gutters to hide
From what will, sometime soon, prove to be the reddening of everyone
They left behind.

We all leave something behind.
Please, just stay still long enough that my restless soul can make an imprint.
I'll give you my mirror image. A piece of me for eternity... but be careful!
Don't stand too long in the rain...

At some point the clouds will begin to clear, it is certain.
Then we can all be witness to what would be magnificent effulgence
If only we could escape the toxicity of our superficial monotony.

Once every so often... I cast off the shrouds of rational life and lose myself.
All around me the voices cease and I can unfold.
I open the doors of my mind and let the world seep into my thoughts.
And gently, the wind will come to settle my spirit.