rekindling

The rain pitters
and patters gently
on my blue jacket;
it drowns out the cicadas.
The sky blossoms
and blooms
in its splendid darkness.
I raise my head
and let the raindrops
caress my smiling face.
The rekindled flame
of home keeps me warm.
You picked your magic wand
and took me home and
after so long
I am happy.