rain
drops from the sky
tenderly
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touching me—my arms
my legs, the top of my head
so what…
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wet is just wet
the trees never mind,
so why should i
Wednesday mornings we practice dong stick outside. The rain came, tap-tap-tap-tap-tap, umptillion tender fingers. We stayed and practiced anyway….getting wet and wetter, forgetting to run for cover. Soon I was the rain, so at one with the creek and the trees and the sky. I felt alive.
