Rain

Rain

It’s been
forty two days,
seventeen hours,
and ten seconds
since the last raindrops
decorated the blossoms
of the wild rose bush
outside my front door.
now, at this exact moment,

this Tuesday evening,
it is raining, the rain is drenching
the roses, tomatoes plants heavy with fruit,
parched soil where not even a weed
dared emerge.
I inhale the smell of rain,
my hair and skin are moistened
in raindrops,
I am one with the rain.