Showers of life.

The canal sprung to life, as
rain drops fell in its embrace,
creating ripples, which like love,
grew and merged with its surroundings,
until each undifferent from another.

The earth sprung to life, as
rain drops fell on its lap,
creating craters, which like wounds,
tore dead skin and bled petrichor,
until new growth sprouted from within.

The mind sprung to life, as
rain drops fell on my face,
creating thoughts, which like rain,
made me stand still to ruminate,
until I was drenched in tangerine memories.