This peaceful moment:

You, me, and the sound of rain.

A soft percussion,

Dropping bubbly brook beats,

That crescendos rapidly.

Refreshing shower,

Gives way to clear blue,

Framed by warm white clouds,

This must be what a painter

Feels after the final stroke.

Golden sunset shines

Through pea-sized water droplets

Crystalline clear

Trailing a fuzzy rainbow

Where one would expect shadow

Born from silver clouds

And kissed with golden light

Drip by drop they fall

Cool and clear and colorless

For those lacking perspective

The sun sets beyond,

A yawning horizon line,

Capped white waves rolling,

Sprinkled with a sailors song,

For swimming fish and starlight.