a date with Rain. Jennifer Agostini

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СКАЧАТЬ when all these droplets come together

      it feeds and connects the full world

      like fine wine

      stepping out of my home

      feet dropping onto the first step, nearly

      slipping as the rain begins crashing, falling

      down in thick translucent sheets

      blurring the whole world around me

      I want to last in this weather forever

      every time I believe I won’t come back

      the sheets mask my sight

      I can take the risk

      but, I want a drive

      without a fight

      I could hate and thrash and cry

      pouting back at home

      I could dance and sing and love and moan

      drinking every single sip of heavy rain and wine

      with glorious greed

      of that sky-fallen shower

      we’re gifted with each end of November

      my pores drink

      like a sommelier

      inviting in that first delicious drop

      swashing it all around the mouth

      squeezing cheeks as the tannins become full and ripe

      nourishment flushes through me

      better than the everyday downpour

      in my musky dewy bathroom

      but this,

      was just like that inconceivably fine plum drink

      the one we had the night we got married

      cheap, sweet, and serving us

      with boundless love

      if this was just the wine

      and it wasn’t even at its finest,

      I’m looking forward to you

      serving me the whole delectable feast

      waiting

      I sit quietly, each time

      the rain starts falling, I close my eyes

      and feel the rush of the wind

      and the sprinkle of dew

      like a soft mist

      waiting for answers

      from our Mother, herself

      her wisdom starts sinking

      deep into me

      do you ever sit and wait?

      just to see what happens

      when answers come to you

      instead of always chasing after them?

      because nothing ever comes

      until I close my eyes

      and the rain starts falling

      each time, only when

      I sit quietly,

      waiting

      first fall

      moments after the pouring rain

      the scent of petrichor blows up my nose

      it’s better than whiffs of cocaine

      eternally teasing me to forget

      this time it’s worth the high

      eradicating the comedown from drowning me

      encouraging me to remember

      who I am

      weight

      leaves losing weight

      rain making its way to the ground

      enriching the roots

      through the abundant soil

      sustenance of the water begins

      to rush its way back up

      the delicious tantalizing trunk

      giving strength to the foliage

      to hold more

      and lead to a free flowing river

      that forever feeds

      all the breathing beautiful Beings

      accompanied

      do you remember that one time it rained

      and you felt sad and anguished for the world?

      do you remember that one time it rained

      and you wanted to cry in agony with the sky?

      do you remember that one time it rained

      and you healed heroically after your worst romantic disband?

      do you remember that one time it rained

      and you buried yourself in the covers to disguise?

      do you remember that one time it rained

      and you drank so much coffee that your skin ran dry?

      do you remember that one time it rained

      and you were desolated of the unwelcomed forlorn?

      do you remember that one time it rained?

      I have a secret for you:

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