by Maytal Lazarovic
Rain threatens to break free from the grips of looming clouds
Grasping and yearning to meet the water which licks at the grass on which I stand
I feel the sky tremble,
delivering the rain which it seemed to hold on to so closely back to land.
As I walk, droplets greet my skin,
urgently pulling themselves to meet the grass beneath me
I open my eyes for a moment, watching the drops melt into each wave
This moment as the Earth storms and I walk foot after foot,
I will always save
Save in my mind,
a moment of serenity,
connection to the small droplets and the vast ground
To the sky, the rain,
and the water,
my whole being is bound.