Drink of the Gods

The solute awaits the missing solvent

Inchoate alchemy yet to mix

And create the solution

The solution ensnares missing charges

That attracts right stuff

For the stuffing stirring in the cauldron

The cauldron effervesces

Each blob of bubbled plasma'nauts

Burst into the airs of possibility

The possibility of solution as the fruit

Come to fruition

And life just pours out

It just pours out when it rains

Open your mouth

And taste life's sweet nectar

Sweet nectar nourishment

Take not cover from the rain

That provides the solution

The solution is the otherwise immiscible

But collects ready-for-child-like giddiness

That embraces life splashing in puddles