All night rain thrums,

rhythmic and soporific,

rain being rain.


If I might be rain

as rain, sky as sky, tree as tree

without needs, desires, attachments,

plans, judgments and reviews.

The mind, a waterfall

silenced and settled as rain.

I dance and roam


inside big self, outside space and time

no limits

as rain penetrates

the dry earth, nurtures and

returns us to the root,

the source of life itself,

thrumming wet.