Rain in great torrents
floods the senses,
and saturates land and sky.
Everything is raining.

I want to stand
under this falling sea
offering all of me as thanksgiving.

I want to submit
to the crushing weight of wave after wave
pulling me down into oblivion.

I want to melt
in this living water,
dissolving into ripples of nothingness.

Rain in great torrents
saturates land and sky and me.
I want to become
the rain,
and everything is
raining.