Tuesday, May 22, 2012

rain freewrite #7

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.

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