Poetry

The Mist

The Mist

I wish to feel cool rain cascading down me. Luke-warm droplets clouding faces of miserable days to refresh moments like these.

I wish to feel cool rain falling from the nimbostratus. Coming together as dwindling stars sparkling through the royal-blue firmament.

I long to feel the cool rain falling from the endless canopy. Swirling about dancing youths' 'round the jubilee.

I pine for cool drizzles, splashing faces of withered souls searching for answers.

I hunger for calm beads of mist. I strive to reach out to you under the covers as I sway in this Venus land of rain!