Blissful in the Rain

A rainy day feels like drops of heaven bouncing off my jacket sleeves,

one after the other as my ears follow the "pit, pat",

tickling and trickling, elegantly cascading down the cobblestone streets,

splatting underneath her Coco Channels,

a business man runs late, a delightful moment to be missed,

brain waves steady at ease, the world is safe,

with garden flowers that soak in earths gift,

drip down the zinnia petals onto the pulpy soil,

society stands still, silent and surreal as my soul ignites,

an electrical current of content melancholy fills my rosy cheeks,

while I walk like others, my imagination flourishes and peaks,

in an actual planet like this, mother nature cries,

be alone no more, and sleep until morn' rise.