smiling with no apparent reason

something about the rain
unable to hold the feverish
shivering together


or maybe how it breaks
its liquid bones
across the windshield


how the steam builds up
on the cold glass
mist auras condensing


into colliding silhouettes
while the storm slams
nimbus into nimbus


how there is a sweet new
meaning to germs, safety
and forgetting about all


the clapping rage out there
being simply happy
to spend the rain together

© Luminita Suse