eau

There is water everywhere on my dry land
Monsoon pouring out of the gullies
Streaming along rocks and boulders
Down more waters
Drops
Ponds
Floods and rivers are born
New paths are formed
On the shinning earth
The heavens reshape
In dark green, grey and orange hues
The sent of bark and fresh grass arises
Soaked to the bones
Finding my way back
Through silvery curtains
Black shore ahead
Black night
No waves
Just a flat wet bubbling sheet
Sharing it's salt
With new pearls
Everything is so clean
And silent
Under the singing rain.