My Friend Rain

There are days when I want to lie out

in the rain and let it bury me in its softness

wrap around me and through me,

absorb me, making me one with each moist

dab till I am smithereens of shattered

life flung to the skies to rest awhile

before falling again to calm and cool

another soul be it flower, food, animal

or man.


How happy-helpful that life would be!



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