Bells Hit the Ground

Because a little poetry never hurt anyone, here is something I wrote a while ago.

Gentle rain

Penetrates

The pores

It pours

Down

It goes

Collision

Of drops 

With the ground

They sound

Like bells

Or like a

Piano sounds

The skin

Surrounded

By Fog 

I long

For it 

To touch me

The trees

Whisper 

No path 

In front

No path 

Behind

But the rain

Will guide

When the fog

Blinds

In my breath

I trust

I must 

Keep going

I am alone

But I long

To be

The whisper

Of a tree

The music 

Of rain

The smell 

Of grass

I long 

To be

One with the living

One with the dead

I know 

I must

Trust in my breath