amour amour

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

- 7:24 pm

when it rains, another part of me opens up.

to see the pastel colours of the world swabbed away
and redone in tones of metallic blue and dark gray
with ominous black lining the rim of the horizon
you'd think the world'd be a bitter place but hark!
the grass remains yet green (with just a bit of purple)
in anticipation of what is to come.

and the breeze brings the heavy scent of rain with it;
to be drawn in and felt;
the essence of rain in the spirit of man.
the wind is howling now,
and i am alone on this gravel road.
around me there is nothing but
the tall grasses that make here, here,
and up ahead a windmill.
i could settle here for a while.

thunder rolls across a leaden sky before;
silence.
something is about to happen.

the first drops are always markers,
testing the limits of the fall.
where they land is where they embrace the earth;
where the land kisses the sea beyond the limits
of what we were told they were.
don't listen to them.
the song of the rain falling down from the sky
is the only music i need.

the heaviness in my heart empties with the clouds.

fin

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