Listen to the rain
A poem to be whispered.
Published in
May 26, 2022
My hair curl and frizz in damp air
but if there is a way to know —
it is stepping out into each day
without umbrella
I listen to the rain with ears
and hear it whispering
about the water that perspired
and moved across atmosphere
and reached this valley in full bloom
I listen to the rain with palms of my hands
and hear it whispering
about the different kinds of love
about the time that’s needed
to fall from skies to earth
I listen to the rain with my skin
it’s blessing the soil embossing
each meander of Her terrain….
I wanna be this brave too!
Lie open, breathe, receive
the surrender of clouds
Whoever is conducting
this magnetic orchestra
listen to the rain with me
falling in /Earth with/ love
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28/5/2021–25/5/2022
