falling rain

The rain taps gently against my window pane. Begging me
. . to let it in.

A great temptation that will not last long. Because I will
. . succumb to it.

I fling up the shades and am almost immediately lost
. . in the moon. Peaking out from behind ominous looking clouds.

As if I am in a trance, I open the windows. The wind blows.

I raise my arms to glorify the feeling. I accept the rain.

My hair, pulled away from my face in the initial gust, sticks
. . wetly to my neck and shoulders.

The full moon shines on my upturned face. Glistening in the dark.

Beautiful diamond droplets race down my neck
. . as the torrent increases.

If I lean out any further I shall fall. And I do.
. . And yet, I don't.

Because I have already fallen.

KN. 5 Apr 2000