Espresso Revelation

Is it the extra shot of espresso
Or do I feel the absent wind stirring
The torrential rains burning
Away crusted salt dried in my eyes

I see the seeds of hope
Dancing their west coast salsa
Under the plow pan
They lick their lips in desperate anticipation

So I'm going to say it's for real
It's a deal
It's feeling like my soul's first meal
In a long, long time

Maybe I'll shed my precious
My cocoon of hibernation
My blanket of doubt and cynicism
That muffled the light
Bled me of the life
I thought I was preserving

But it feels good to lick the simple rain off my lips
I forgot how sweet it tastes