A westerly—
blows open the door
upon consciousness.
Smelling it
laughing it
embracing it—
overwhelming rain!
Never quietly
yet with quiet howl
the cold sweetly-sharp dousing
drop against drop
against skin
against windowpane—
clouds in mist—
the very dark, dankness of it—
seeping to soul and shaking
cold, mingling with warmth—
and, so—
with arms across body
nostrils to sky
outstretched tongue
feet as anchor—
I face
wet molecules dancing!