I Brought Us This Rain

I brought us this rain as a sweet-smelling gift.
I invited the hazy sun that plays through the unceasing and inerrant motion of the small leaves dangling and dancing from their tree branches, each whirling in concert to showcase (in a muted way) their fulsome and safe pastels.
I gathered the open-air acoustics of random life-noise as crystal clear and perfect as the gentle rain that lingers in the form of dewdrops, sparkling as they wait to be assimilated, continuing their circle of states of being.
I gathered the perfect symmetry of the store’s new window dressing; the rivulets of water on the pebble-accented concrete, bowing to the scientific details of the physics of fluidity; I marshaled the pale and unassuming tint of blue that supports the wispy clouds in the fire of sunset; I enshrined the squarish gazebo whose lights of glory I only get to see in my mind’s eye.
I coaxed the pinpricks of stars in the falling soft blanket of comforting twilight.