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.