Baptism by Rain

Just like swimming in the pouring rain,

your presence alone tingles my skin,

as millions of your tiny oceans splash against me all at once.

With goosebumps of yearning reaching through my skin-wrapped soul,

I am drenched in your symphony of adoration,

and bathed in your showers of rehabilitation,

left drowned in your puddles of commiseration.

My sins now are washed away in your purity,

and as I rise from the depths of what was once a dried-up lake, now refilled,

I emerge a better man.