Transparency

Raindrops on leaves,
glistening in the dark
like lights on a Christmas tree,
shining and disappearing.

Dark sky, with no moon in sight,
only the raindrops illuminate
with a light here or there.

Wind is blowing in my face,
softly though, the touch is caressing.
The cool earth below my feet
making me stand on tiptoe,
the cold slowly climbing its way.

Once a while, a bird twitters,
perhaps, awakening from a nightmare.
Suddenly, lightening cuts across the sky
and the clouds thunder,
paving way for the drizzle.

A cold wave sweeps me in its arms
and I feel the hair standing on edge.
Drizzle soaks me with it
and I shiver all over,
yet the touch is serene.

Pure and living,
it fills life into me.
Washing away the guilt,
the pain shining through,
mixing and travelling with the rain.

Looking up at the sky,
catching a drop on my lip,
I know that it, too,
shines like the one, on the leaves.

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