Passion

Coming down on me, 
Metallic droplets, 
Touching my lips, 
To make them turn, 
Up towards the heavens, 
For the eons to come, 
The majestic rainfall, 
Comes now, 
To penetrate my soul, 
To make it bleed, 
With the joy, 
That is so deserved, 
Sent down from the effervescent angels, 
These cold feelings, 
Washed away, 
With freezing winter rain, 
To take away the apparent pain, 
Here come the light storm clouds, 
With open arms, 
To suck you into their, 
Rumbling Dimensions, 
Where you will forever, 
Grin with the clashes and power, 
That is yours and the galaxies eternally.

Liberal Precipitate