showered

The last rains fell
and set off a steam
that rose and
trailed its delicate
tendrils
over fever-dewed skin,
and wrapped itself
on restless limbs–
tenderly–
(while outside
the roots dug deeper
and harder
for life,
And the cold earth
too
clothed herself
in drifting mists)
and feathered breathlessly
across parted
furnace-lips.

And now the first rains
have embraced us
again,
(mango rains)
and I find myself
again;
in days that
slip-slide wetly,
through this
wildly thriving earth,
this humid, throbbing
fecundity.
I lie face-to-face with
you, open sky:
now dark with cloud, now
searing
me with sun,
now flowing, warm as tears,
into my eyes,
till blue, bluel, blue
is all I brim over
and burst with.

Only
rain
drops
break
the
silence.