My life, my dominion

Observe as i stretch out my hand and touch the rain. The rain that comes down in little glass shards but yet looks more like a glazed panel.
If you look carefully, the panel swirls left and right, into and out, up and down like van gogh painting in full motion. The rain is alive!
It prances around you. It darts around you like a clumsy dance partner, banging into you and politely saying sorry. Sometimes it's a careless stepping of the toe, and others it's a full scale whack on a turn on the foxtrot. The wind will slap you like a mother spoken back to.

At times however, the rain is the most delicate of partners, perhaps even sensous. Tai4 yang2 yu3, rain that comes when it's still bright and sunny. Tickles you as it sends shivers up and down your skin even though the sun is still beating down on you. You can feel the heat and yet the dainty fingers on your shoulder and in your hand soothe away all things. ANd you are lost in the moment.