Childish Joy Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Standing in a sandstorm, squinting into the haze,
trying to see through it to the other side.
Suddenly rain pouring down, settling all the dust
on the ground where it belongs.
Feeling a childish joy as raindrops touch me silently,
wetting particles of my being, giving an exquisite joy
in being alive at this moment.
Continuing to stand in the rain, letting it cleanse me
from within as well.
Purposely feeling it's coldness, waking me interiorly,
allowing a sense of belonging to nature occur.