by Josie
Soft, tiny raindrops fall
to kiss my skin
and the whole earth
tingles,
like
I’d fallen asleep with my arms tucked in
and now they’re waking back up, like
birdsong on a rowdy day
reminding me the danger is gone, like
this peaceful prompting
from my waterproof self
that I am here
and listening.
This tiny rain
is so much more
than refreshing.
