rain

is a sign of autumn, the smell of raw water in the nostrils of all people splashing, hurrying, covering themselves improperly in umbrellas and raincoats.

rain reminds. of thick morning fogs skewered by sunshine, the fragrant sod, freshly cut open, and potatoes, pale and moist, just discovered, ripe to be picked.

rain sloshes up thoughts, of fish and forgetting, full moons and mistakes made by too much editing, geese in skeins stuck under clouds on their way to a Nile or another. being a tree would solve it all.

and so i walk.

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4 thoughts on “rain

  1. Lovely. I love your Page too. I love rain. We had our first rain in a long while two hours ago. Every living plant was thirsty. I did office work for half day and got home in time to change and walk around my garden in the rain. I just got into the house ten minutes ago to dry.

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