The rain falls from the sky—
a hundred million stars twinkling,
hurtling ground-ward to land
splish-splashing at my feet.

I feel the droplets splatter on my head
beading there, only to soak down
into my scalp, chasing rivulets,
rushing as rivers through
the forest of my hair.

The world is washed clean by the rain as
I too am cleansed. Rinsed
of the grime left by my daily
grinding away at the ceaseless list of
to-dos and couldn't possiblys
the infinity of whys that stands between here
and all the there's I'd thought to seek.

But for right here and now,
in this one single moment,
drenched by the rain,
I feel myself distant.

I know myself me.