My hand swings back behind me and
There’s raindrops on my fingertips,
The light can’t seem to find me
But the fractals from the sky just drip.
The water touches gently and
They kiss the soft ends of my hands.
Softer still the skin beneath and
Light reflects like grains of sand.
Lazy sunlight seeps down slow and
Foggy daylight paints a dream.
Footsteps echo as they fall and
Dewy grass glades cut and gleam.