May you be caught in the cloudburst,
busy as you are bustling somewhere important.
May your cry of protest fly into darkened sky,
and your feet carry you swiftly and with great futility.
May this make you angry and then make you smile,
and may you turn your smile upward.
May you open your mouth to taste
as if this is something new,
as if you are remembering the miracle
of water falling out of the sky onto your face,
as if you can smell the damp earth
and hear the singing of drinking grass.
May you be utterly soaked
and surrendered to it.
cold and grinning and splashing through.
May you shed your heavy clothes
and dance like a wild thing,
drunk on the heavens,
your whole body drinking with the joy.