On rain drenched mornings
words may feel too heavy
to absorb dense Truth,

May smell too bleached
to taste thin Beauty,

May sound too restrictive
to recreate revolutionary visions.

Yet, absence of words
may sound too drenched
in universal drizzle
to comfort,
to circulate lively blood
for warm interior climate cleansing

Rain water
distilling
tomorrow’s more fertile
silent soil
silk skinned soul.