The heavens open, releasing sheets of rain.
I bolt outside in my bathing suit.
There, I exalt in the warm downpour,
galloping barefoot on the soft,
wet grass beside the beach,
like a filly made frolicsome by the wind.
Giddy with life, with the wonder
of it all—rain, glorious rain!
Completely uninhibited, swept up
in the miracle of the monsoon,
I dance my elation, my awe, my aliveness.
Old people peer out at me,
safely sheltered from this
joyous gift from God.