Catching the Rain

I catch the rain, speckled-droplets of life on my skin. The pure water that instills life in our beings, soul and kin. I catch the rain on my face to feel the wetness In the heat of the yellow sun---in that brightness. I embrace the dark wet earth As it envelops me for a moment in its warmth. I rise with the sun; I go where the wind takes me To far horizons of this world and others in its fury and fume. Pondering over lush green valleys of fruit and sweetness. Hovering with the hummingbirds As I smell the scent of the honey-dewed mistiness. My soul enters the deep white clouds. I feel the fresh stream of water on my limbs. I meditate on the moon. As it transfixes me into their world of rapture, purity and fun. Their world, uncorrupted by the immoral vices of men. I drink the cup of purity in their den. In that faraway world where our dreams begin, And our wakefulness ends. Dare I make an oath to God? Dare I be one with Him, nature and the universe? Dare I venture atop the highest mountain? Look down at the lake of my soul and sing this verse So I can see without my eyes. Yet see my soul deep in that dark blue lake. Dare I smell without my nose and feel without my skin? Inhale the sweet scent from that lake, Feel the cool waters of that creek, Have a vision rich, colourful, vibrant With hues of red, blue, green and yellow--my soul radiant. The brightness of my union with nature and God as I swim Diving deep into the depths of my existence without care or whim In this time amongst the willow As I slumber in a deep sleep on God's soft pillow.