you are rain

waking up midnight at the sound of summer rain...



you are rain.  secret in the middle of the night, in the middle of summer.  like an apology in the dark, in the night, like passion without words, after days long of summer heat.  months dry white torrid scorching.  you are.  rain, at last.  draft through the windows left open, fluttering the curtains.  unexpected, relief.  a welcome, a handful familiar of contours on the palms of my waking.  here, the sound of rain, hard and gradually.  coming to gentleness.  to becoming sound.  of drops, random, spent, and cool, like kisses, finally, easing themselves, sliding, from the bush leaves, to the soft blankets of night grass.