Outside,
as the rain
washed the tress clean,
somewhere within,
very silently,
a wound gap was filling
into a puddle
of divinity.
From dusty brown to
delicate green,
at the solemn touch of water;
I remember your holding my hand
the very first time:
With the cool rain at your fingertips
that left me sodden in hope,
I could once again hear
rivers in my heartbeat,
where desert cries echoed
only moments before.

- Sobhan