june rains (6.18.22)

i feel like the rain

falling quietly

on verdant fields—

not in a sad way,

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but in the way

that makes

the leaves grow

and the roses blossom.

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you make me feel like the rain—

free falling, hurtling,

to water the strawberries

fragrant in the summer field—

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how it runs and runs

into the babbling brook

into the roaring river

into the silver shining sea

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and all the way back again—

through the sky and the storm—

all the way back to you

to feel it all again

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