Rarity of rain

My Dearest.
You sit so peaceful and secure. 
Wicker burning with flames as this rain drips following its own oath. 
You glisten in silence filled with sensation and glory. 
Ideas of inspiration and clownful smiles meet my mask with your crystalline pivots. 
Spinning round and round. 
The point when the rain meets the flames and this ever so shining diamond. 
The rain. 
It quivers my blood. 
I shake in excitement.
Awakening I stand from my coffin wholesome and sweet as the rain grew emotion. 
Covering my skin the storm roared with it's power. 
The rain no longer drips but pours and I am happily drowning. 
Slender trees danced in toxic shock. 
Finally I sit with the rain. Rain swimming around me. 
Together with the rain. 
Alone with the rain. 
Must be a gift oh this rain.
Echoes Crept through the winds. 
Was it the wind whom helped hail this rarity of rain?
Forever shaping seas and carving diamonds.
I weep in your glorious mystery.