In Pursuit

The smell of rain,
And my eyes dialate.
So I run,
To where the storm meets the sun.
Dance on the line of two worlds,
Until it swallows me whole.
Get down on my knees,
Take the time to feel,
Each drop swollen with passion.
Trying to hit life,
Hard enough to penetrate,
And run through the veins of us.
Enter one and travel through,
Absorb the emotions of each.
Drops of fury,
Meet drops of pain.
Saved by puddles of glory rain.
Concentrated enough to purify,
Even the filthiest of swine.
Storm ends suddenly.
Smell of fear fills the air.
So I press my body into the earth,
To absorb the remainder of clarity.
Annoint myself & conjoin myself,
With others seeking a cleansed soul.
So we run ,
For the sun.
Until the next storm is met,
Where we become entwined within the calm.
Watch the rain approach,
Like a sheet of glass.
It comes over us,
Shocking with its gentle embrace.
You don't break.
Neither does she.
You just become one.
The light bounces between strands & drops,
Piercing your eyes,
And reflecting dancing bodies.
Being guided by wind & warmth...
Inspiration & desire...
Stimulation & pulsation..
Quivering breaths,
In. In in in. Out. Out.
No patterns are forming.
Chaos emboddies us.
We're swept away,
Until the sky clears once more.
So we run,
To where the storm meets the sun.