There's a beauty in the chaos of the rain

How it breaks the silence

How it carries and sketches it into possibility

The washing of my skin anew like a kindness done

The chords it plays on the window sill, the awning, an umbrella, atop my head like the loving hands of a parent

Like I'm riding the wave of a carousel in symbiotic meter

Incorporating me into and with the pitter-patter pattern of its dancing as partners

Becoming simpatico with its definition, characterization, its authenticity of peace and hope

The love of the rain is the element developing the chorus

Its honest voice is a symphony with a hallowed sound quiet and outstanding

Each drop is like an exhale making its debut

The carousel of the rain finally ends but not without etching its memory indelibly on the brain

The sunshine brightens like a smile

And the flapping of birds' wings across the afterglow of the skies brandishing an applause prelude to an encore.