Monsoon

[cloud]

Rain arrives with the urgency of a debt 
collector, pounds on walls of tar, concrete 
and hair, grabbing dried leaves and morning money dew
bottle cap coins as currency. coin droplets as currency

I see where you're going with this, I like it so I've attempted to add some inspiration that may suit the direction of the lines 


angel upon parched soil, finds its
mirror-twin in a limpid pool of glass,
Rain, silver reed, touch of a Christmas grace 
content as a sleeping child. 

these are good lines. when the words are strong enough to stand on their own you can rearrange the lines in a different order for a different feel. 


Rain, splinter upon skin, grows from ant 
to army, slicing through air like arrows.
It drums on our roof and needles our awesome, really good
windows until night falls like a mother's 
blanket, softening it to a whisper

I got rid of the break to solidify this imagery and add focus to the last stanza 

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You let its scent fill your breath 
with soaked mud, awakened leaf 
and a hint of new hope.  nice ending. like it.

I wouldn't say you got lost towards the end, it's not my place to comment on where you wanted this piece to go. overall flows nicely and I'm eager to see where you take it from here