Each Drop Is A Kiss Poem by Sensuelle Briden

Grey clouds behind my back -
They start to bring rain with no lack,
As they know what prosperity means.
I can feel tender air on my neck.

I make my steps slower; I stop.
Abundance comes all to that cup
Which my Soul is holding in hands.
Drops are kissing me. I raise my head up.

So I feel with my heart and my brain -
It's almost has been healed - all my pain.
And I dance under thunderstorms freely.
I never wanted to run from the rain.