Rain Dances on the Tongue

Rain falls

on dry parched soil...

and the world blooms

with brilliant color

and joy.

My tongue tastes the rain

while cool shivers

dance down my spine.

Grateful am I 

for the rain that lifts 

the weary heads of flowers

in summer heat.

Grateful...

for the light dancing 

along the soft curved edges 

of raindrops.

and 

Grateful

for the light that flows

 into my heart 

once more

and 

and breathes fresh life

into the 

darkness.

                                               ~Darlisa Black