wet through and through

what is the innocence of rain?

is it the divisibility
or is it founded in the permeating quality?

is it as if the whole sky
is salivating hungry for them
that drink and grow,
that we see this likeness in ourself?

is it the loss of distinction
, one drop dissolving into another?

or is it the season in which it falls,
being the mildest of them all?