Kiss of rain

As the breeze blows and the clouds roar,

The mind wanders to a distant land,

A place where none inhibit,

Only me the green grass and mountains beckon.

Pitter patter the rain comes,

A welcome sight though some may fear,

Bringing with it a hope for tomorrow,

A thirst quenched a field replenished.

Puddles of water all across,

Children happy to spray until scolded,

Light mist of droplets in the air,

Making the skin moist and somber

As I walk along the street,

Criss-crossing, lest I stain a night’s effort,

Am reminded that splashing is only fun,

If one to splash is around

As the raincoats and umbrellas come out,

I leave care to the wind,

The kiss of rain I must feel,

As I walk to the end of my time.