Rain

my parched eyes watch torrents of rain lashing the glass windows of my chic office on the seventeenth floor can't hear the tinkling of drops or rumbling of clouds though the sound obscured by engineered acoustics I shut my eyes and it comes singing to me- the sound of dripping roof of my childhood home the resonant chorus insinuates the clamor inside. how I want to run amok in the rain outside these walls! how my expensive suit and svelte heels stifle my desire! I ache and pine, a bird with clipped wings captive in a golden cage. rain, rain-I pray, do me a favor today wash away my sagacity and wise adulthood reverse the metamorphosis I’ve been through seep into my locked pores free out the innocent child I was once lick my tired hands to once more transform scraps of paper into boats cleanse my eyes of ambition effulge the effervescent joy and energy dilute my blood now viscous into frothy ebullience tingling my veins tousle and crush my silk parasol soak me head to toe in sky’s curative water instead drain away the worldly perfumes and essence and fill my nostrils with pure petrichor. Written on 06/04/2016