Looking through the clear pane of glass,
The window streaked with raindrops,
Racing down to the bottom.
The blurry outline of the world behind them.

Falling from the sky,
A blanket of water,
Envelops the world.

Droplets gathering speed,
Until they are broken,
By the solid ground below.

It exists on its own.
Alone.

I stand alone in the downpour,
As it sweeps me away from the world.

It sinks into me,
I feel its weight and warmth.
It becomes part of me.

Its sister Lightning,
Opens her arms,
And spreads them wide,
Releasing her flash of beauty.

Its brother Thunder,
Takes a godly breath,
And shouts out to the world,
So all will know of his
Magnificence.