Today,
I’m going to be
the rain.

I shall scatter
over hills,
spreading wet scents
of plumes.

I shall open your window,
letting the spring
enclose my heartbeats.

The falling drops
will keep singing,
those old memories
still alive,
thirst
still unquenched.

(c) Marian C. Ghilea, 2021
artwork by Marian C. Ghilea