Invisible Rain

My soul is searching for the rain
                        not simple drops of teasing insults
                        I want to be drenched in a flood
                        desiring to drown
                        as it spirals me down
                        and slowly but completely
                        infiltrates my pores
                        boring deep into my dry and deserted mind
                        Quenching my thoughts -
                        an oasis for my prose
                        it transforms the murky sky water
                        into waves too blue and clear
                        Unusually invisible rain
                        resembling a dreamer's drink
                        waiting inside of fragile crystal
                        to be tasted like salty years
                        wearing the scent of my tears
                        There, a few moments of pure tranquility
                        standing in transparent puddles
                        I let small rivers form around my feet
                        and long to meet the clouds
                        who brought me such a gift
                        Grace me with a stormy wind
                        like some newborn ship
                        upon an old man's sea
                        Release me, just release me...
                        Naked in the shower
                        My soul is thirsting for the rain
                        My soul is searching for the rain