With an exhale, she releases translucently shimmering souls of life Like bullets, they fall from her down to the ground in hundreds Hundreds? No, Billions!!! They resuscitate the trees, the grasses, the ocean and my being Though her coming sometimes spells terror and wrath To me, her coming is always a blessing for she drains my body and soul off filth and worry, and cleanses my skin as each drop patters heavily yet lovingly on my being I have learnt not to annoy her majesty else she dooms the earth in a fit of rage I am left soaked, filled, ecstastic and fulfilled I await her next coming as I stretch towards her my arm, watching her disperse, giving way for the sun which brings color to appreciate what she has done.