I am alive

I am alive

I see that now

It is plain

The rain

Is a sign

Of transformation.

There is proof of life

Among the freckles

What a wonder

It took so long

To fall into my lap.

Runnels

Gutter

From the top of my

Fat head

To the ground

Dissolving

In a splash

Of languid slaps.

The trickle down

Effect

Soaking through

Soft pale skin

A shimmer

Translucent.

I shiver

Raindrops

Glisten

On eyelashes

The most beautiful

Of memories

Are simply made

Heaven is

Accounted for

In every

Single drop