September rain falling upon my face. I close my eyes and succumb to it's grace. I allow it to baptize my skin. I come alive under it's spray of rain, thin. I feel so fine. I don't even want to whine. I open my mouth and drink in an edge of it's fine savory wine. My clothes are soaked through and through. The curl of my hair is wet and matted down. But it doesn't bother me, the September rain, not at all today!