Vacuum-ing!

Spluttering droplets
squeeze themselves off cotton clouds
and splash across bare surfaces
collecting together in strange shaped puddles
on loaded bodies of human existance;

some land on the crevices of the head dissolving in salinity,
some trickle down the forehead in uncharted trajectories
taking along straining thoughts,
down the nose,
past your cheeks,
denting necks,
cracking chests,
splitting intestines,
scraping ovaries,
meandering down strangely long legs
throwing themselves off your toes -

cleansing...you...free...of...yourself

 - strangely,
in rain,
I found the washerman!