This drenched morn, this wet street, ain't it sweet?

This drenched festive Holy morn,
This wet street,
This sky dripping bless,
This occasion,
This mixed up a season,
An Autumn with rains,
Ain't it good?
Ain't it sweet too?
Like a painting?
Like following a painted canvas?
Water colored?
Like making a journey
By eyes,
Of the mind?
Eyes of the soul?
Like sketching art forms?
Like living blessed in fluid rivery a flow?
Eternalised?

(Note: the painting attached is done by Joseph Zbukvic, an awesome painter, )