the rains fall

covering naked skin

wet, nourishing, cleansing

light taps on window sills

asking to be felt by fingertips

tracing their moisture in rivers.

If we don’t feel the water

there is no purpose to the storm.

Our hearts can easily break

in free moments

when we decide to leave

our shelter behind …

truly weather the storm

that turbulence that causes any Man

human with real reaction

to reflect in glance

imagery in soft puddles that remain

as memory to recall

actions in prior travels.

Remember when mom said

‘where your rain gear’

and you did

but only because it looked good.

Who will decide when the rains fall

how the sky might shatter our world.