i listen to the sound of rain on the window, editing the street sounds with a slow, deliberate rhythmn.
the rain makes my back hurt and my spirit sing. simultaneously. nourishing and flooding; the two extremes of these
fragrant "tears from heaven"
rain on the windshield of a car (will i EVER drive again?)
a droplet slides down the glass and merges with another drop
walking in the rain with a loved one....another cliche...
wet kisses beneath the wide spread branches of a scyamore tree.