Swimming through life in contorted motions and slicing maneuvers

Our existence falls down upon us in raindrops

Breezing, slicing through the air

Each hits the pavement

I let out a guttural scream

Whisper a sidelong phrase

Feel wires of eureka attach in my brain

I am nothing but the accumulated raindrops

Dry spells marked by desultory strolls

Along perrywinkle pavement, tongue parched

Hold a pencil the same way every day, 40 degrees

Then a raindrop hits — dagger lurch upright

Each smash on dry concrete

A movement of the body, the breath, the mind

I race forward in a sprint

Feet falling in unison with the drops

I race on, beckoning the rain

Inundate me with existence