Rain; cleanse me with your real self!
For I am clothed with the dust from the past.
Wanting to wash away every bit of the layer,
To see a new soul ready to start afresh.
I come to you with the varied past,
Reminiscence of the Yin and the Yang self.
Cluttered thoughts frame my present,
Future, desiring to see betterment.
Radiance of your every drop,
Reminds me to see moments differently.
Moments, flowing down as the time sheds,
Without trace of its existence ever been led.
Hope that enriches with your very touch,
Soul stirring tranquility with your very presence,
I stand in front of you with arms wide open,
Embrace me like you do so with the earth and its essence.