Celebration Rain

The rain is sweet upon my open face

And on my tongue, it bubbles like champagne

Right to my soul, reviving that fresh grace

I had as youth when tasting this same rain.

I turn my gurgling smile to you, and there

You stand, in awe, euphoric, drenched, in tears,

And looking back at me without that stare

Of doubt and fret that masked you all these years.

And there they are, our wet and smiling neighbours,

And all their neighbours too, in circles, drink,

Forget, forgive, in tears - as wasteful labours

That weighed upon their souls dissolve and shrink.

The morning rises on a different day,

No rain, just sun to burn the rain away.