Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

waiting on the rain,

dreaming that it shall begin

as a mist

sent to muddy my thoughts

before strengthening slightly

to a drizzle,

just enough to wet my hair

and alter the hue

of my shirt from ocean

to peacock,

cold enough

to have my breath

form

before my eyes

and shiver my bones,

releasing

the aches of years

before I trundle

back to warmth and light,

renewed.