Profound

Thunder is my favorite sound
In the world.

It's like breathing,
Or my heart beating.
A knee-jerk reaction.
I have to get out and
Be.

It is
The most glorious feeling…
It glistens on my face,
By the grungy blue light.
It washes me in a totally
New way,
New as it baptizes me with the
Smell of a  life beginning
At my,
Even on my fingertips.

I love the way I can
Close my eyes, I feel
And don't see the pleasure.
I can touch it and
Hold it to my lips,
Almost like a lover that will
Never leave me.
It is the beautiful absence of
Flavor that intoxicates me in a
Good kind of
Trap, a way I can't
Describe completely.

How can I care about that, that
Trifling thing,
Can I worry when
The roots of life are
Here, on my
Shivering skin?

And all is not lost when
The last of the drizzles are done.

I can still tiptoe and make ripples and drips and
See the life that is all around me.
It is brown for not long.

And dry spells -
More ways than one -
I can cope thanks to
Memories I tuck away for
Sunny days.
The smell is so strong,
And the beautiful no taste in my mouth,
The moisture settling in my
Finger tips.
A smile on my face,
My heart cries, love.  I am invincible,
Like an angel on this gravelly ground.

What more do I need
When God's sacred, sonic
Fingers
Are tapping me on the head?
His touch is gentle. He can do greater things
With His hands, greater than this.
The touch holds a camaraderie, unbreakable
Bonds.
I am His flawed crystal
Child of the rain.

He hums in my ear and blinds
Me with beautiful pictures,
A soft applause I am not
Sure I deserve, but
No harm. It is good.
This is life -
Not the meaning, it is it.

My favorite sound and picture
Humid motion
And invisible, wanted taste,
They are together and one.
They complete the feeling
That I can hold so briefly
Before it
Can slip away.

Profound is the only
Way to describe
This feeling. So in touch.

After the rain,
There are no others to compare.