A fall of rain

A mist like
curtain
brought down
the end
of a bright day.

Across the field
the thunder
called me
As rain
and mist
and a moment
missed

By those
that race
for a place
under a
canopied cover
never relishing
the baptism
that comes
from rain
to this place
this day.

They dare
not immerse,
even the wind
that howls
cannot shower,
the drenching
is for others
not for them.

But I bask
in the rebirth
of silent showers
to emerge
a soaked soul
with a call like
verse
and a mist like
faith.