Sudan rain

Spells fell –

It was a season when the rain tumbled down the stairs of the sky –

I could smell the exotic purity land, softening the ground so hard, that was cracked with despair and drought –

The curtains waved a sense of gladness as they raised high from the wind welcoming them.

I looked out the openness of the window and inhaled the exhalation of peace –

As the droplets of true dreams became with me as one, the rain flowed into my heart becoming a part of me – understanding my need for its touch –

It rained the monsoon madness of happiness slowly transforming Sudan into a fit model –

The water pearls hung like a necklace around trees, they showered a sound of a crisp responsibility, a sweet tranquility to make the world it was in a better place –

I stood restless from all the feelings swaying inside me yet serene at the drama cooling all my senses –

The stillness of minds released me into a raw perfection as the yard filled and filled with water and water.

My smile increased like the levels and I began to expand my horizons –

Could I ever fall in love like this with someone I’ve never met before? Would I understand them like I understand every single droplets reason for being here? Can I admire a love like I admire the scene upon me – forever can I be calm with a love so pure?