Today I wished it would rain
but I couldn’t be sure
not with this fickle weather
so I held my breath
waiting earnestly
for the first drop of rain

Today I wished it would rain
and it did
and i sat at the windowsill
so I could feel less alone
the sky cried and so did I
and that way,
we consoled each other.

Today I wished it would rain.
by the looks of things,
and especially this fitful weather,
I could tell
that it would,
soon.

I screamed ferociously at the sky
and it retorted back with a clap of thunder

soon the petrichor rose,
first drops arrived, kissed my face
then poking at me akin to a thousand needles.

So I embraced the mud as my own
drenched to the bone
every single droplet falling
like a piece of a distant memory
of things I did
and those I shouldn’t have
moments overlooked
and those remembered

in the puddle where I lay supine
raindrops unite
to form the scenes of my life
with award winning, motion capture film precision
except, I think,
In some of them
I was just but a supporting actor
and never the main character.

and so, with every drop,
each passing moment,
I think that my sins will be washed away
I think that
I’ll be finally clean…
…forevermore.