In A Twinkling

The sun shone while it rained,
Liquid silver drops fell from the sky.
It was not sprinkling, it was actually twinkling.
The light on the left warmed my face while the
Water from the right cooly caressed my cheek.
Contradictory signals were sent to the spine,
Who responded in kind with a shiver.
A pleasure seizure, not quite Sweet Death
But rather a sensory rebirth, a power surge.
'This is life' I think as I continue my walk,
Actually slowing my stilted pace.
People driving past think I am nuts                
And I think they may be correct.
Sometimes it rains, and sometimes it's sunny.
Often it's both, depending on where you stand.
It's a decade of drought, followed by a
Deluge out of the blue.
And you just have to go with the flow.
Throats choked with dust still ache for a drink
As the Volvos and Sony 52 inch flat screens
And the StarBucks cups float by.
Good buys. Good bye.
Things can change in a twinkling.