the Love of Rain

There are times we found ourselves-
waiting for the train,
when in fact the love of rain-
is all around us.

She is not with form or substance-
unless held by another,
or when gathering together-
in a lake or ocean.

And all the while
when low or down-
upon the ground,
the silence of sunlight
draws her back to the sky the above-
… to travel and dance …
… and mist and snow …
into a place beyond-
which we would never know-
if not for the love of rain.

if not …
for the Love of Rain.

 

 

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