Rainfall

It is night now...
Off in the distance, clouds
The blue-black sky,
turning them a purple hue

The night breeze picks up
Turning into a cool night wind
and trees whisper sweetly and softly

As the clouds coat the sky,
soft, cold rain sprinkles down
And as the clouds stay longer
the soft cool rain gets stronger

Finally the rain comes down steadily
To stand in it, a simple pleasure, oft denied
 with the icy air and cold rain caressing bare skin
Touching wantonly as only rain can, unabashed.
Loving as no human could love...
bring back to the basics of instinct...A calling...
This is the rainfall.