Breathing at Last

Rain smelling of sweet nectar,

fresh - pure of earth's evil sins.

Abstract colors tasted of flowers and fire

melting in your mouth.

Heaven grasped the shrinking atmosphere.

Raindrops fell to the silent ground

in a loud

pitter

patter

motion.

Leaving puddles to soak in.

Street lamps stood tall in the misty fog.

Stretching into the night sky -

as if touching the stars was possible.

A majestic storm filled our lungs with cold,

bitter breaths. Making our bodies shiver

in the moonlight. Though I felt secure.

For your hand held mine and everything

in the storm was calmed.