enlivened by the idea, I wander
upon sodden soil, it pours upon the poor
uncountable cascades
flowing through the canopy
mixing richly
into the dirt
plummeting from above
droplets, like tiny percussionists
beat upon the tree tops
relish in the flash of electric light
and the aftermath of its boom
its so quick to arrive
and gone, before the vibrations
that catch you, after your eyes shut
and your body shudders
love
is like
searching
to be caught
in the rain
never with an umbrella
I stand with wet feet
waiting to be struck
again