the rain sparks my fire

The pitter patter of the rain
calms the chitter chatter in my brain.
My heart mimics the rhythmic
pulsation of pretty precipitation
As my soul washes away
heavy hesitation,
like a lion chasing prey.
I wake these dreary eyes,
Allowing my spirit to soar
towards the roaring skies
to fly in sync with Gaia orchestration.

Mama, I’m inspired.