fresh rain fell quick
aroused a primitive desire to strip down,
get wet, run wild amongst the drops
bathe
in scents of moisture on the pavement, dampened bark,
my nostrils drank the comfort of the familiar
lubricating each pore
moving slowly down to my feet
rooted
in the quiet crescendo of rubber splashing
through sudden puddles harmonizing with the whoosh
of pop-up umbrellas.
head tilted towards the source
fresh rain showered baptismal restoration...
I stand still.
Let the rains wash over you the next time the heavens open up and once you’re refreshed…
keep your peepers open!®
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