Blissful.

I let the rain massage my shoulders,
untying the knots in my back,
arms outstretched as I breathe in
deeply for the first time in weeks.

I don't shiver, despite the cool drops.
The summer humidity - a blanket of
comfort while a mellow breeze dances
in the open spaces.

Lilacs offer their fragrance in delicate
billows, the earth at its most vulnerable,

and I welcome it, all of it.

The rain clouds my vision, soaking into
my foggy cerebellum,

and I let myself be touched by
something other than emptiness.