Cleansing Rain

Under mournful clouds
so dank and grey
soaked to my skin
in the icy chill
that washes away
my guilt and sin
and camouflages
my streaming tears.

I melt into
the dousing squall
comforted by
the driving torrent
floods wash over me
cleansing my tormented soul
lost in the rhythm
of the melody
of the hammering drums.

The melody becomes softer
the downpour turns to a mist
with a deep breath
the fresh earthen smell
assaults my nostrils
and I am purified
washed clean
by the driving rain.