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Автор: Jennifer Agostini
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      but this,

      was just like that inconceivably fine plum drink

      the one we had the night we got married

      cheap, sweet, and serving us

      with boundless love

      if this was just the wine

      and it wasn’t even at its finest,

      I’m looking forward to you

      serving me the whole delectable feast

      waiting

      I sit quietly, each time

      the rain starts falling, I close my eyes

      and feel the rush of the wind

      and the sprinkle of dew

      like a soft mist

      waiting for answers

      from our Mother, herself

      her wisdom starts sinking

      deep into me

      do you ever sit and wait?

      just to see what happens

      when answers come to you

      instead of always chasing after them?

      because nothing ever comes

      until I close my eyes

      and the rain starts falling

      each time, only when

      I sit quietly,

      waiting

      first fall

      moments after the pouring rain

      the scent of petrichor blows up my nose

      it’s better than whiffs of cocaine

      eternally teasing me to forget

      this time it’s worth the high

      eradicating the comedown from drowning me

      encouraging me to remember

      who I am

      weight

      leaves losing weight

      rain making its way to the ground

      enriching the roots

      through the abundant soil

      sustenance of the water begins

      to rush its way back up

      the delicious tantalizing trunk

      giving strength to the foliage

      to hold more

      and lead to a free flowing river

      that forever feeds

      all the breathing beautiful Beings

      accompanied

      do you remember that one time it rained

      and you felt sad and anguished for the world?

      do you remember that one time it rained

      and you wanted to cry in agony with the sky?

      do you remember that one time it rained

      and you healed heroically after your worst romantic disband?

      do you remember that one time it rained

      and you buried yourself in the covers to disguise?

      do you remember that one time it rained

      and you drank so much coffee that your skin ran dry?

      do you remember that one time it rained

      and you were desolated of the unwelcomed forlorn?

      do you remember that one time it rained?

      I have a secret for you:

      you were not alone.

      raise

      reminisce to your recapture by the rain

      you danced because it’s all you could do

      you lavished in a creative stream

      you stretched your emotions

      as you played author all evening

      reminisce to your recapture by the rain

      you coupled so deeply

      you wailed affinity into the night

      you experienced mastery

      as you caressed and kissed everlastingly

      reminisce to your recapture by the rain

      you played with your tribe

      you embraced under the wash

      your candid hunger erupted

      as you danced with the stream

      reminisce to your recapture by the rain

      thank her

      be grateful for her

      she raised you

      take off your shoes

      soak your feet,

      in the mucky ground

      close your eyes,

      look up to the sky

      and stay,

      keep waiting

      until the rain starts falling

      and watch,

      as you are washed

      endowed a clean slate, creating

      for you, a new beginning

      vocation

      a pulsating fall

      dripping grimly on the treehouse

      precipitates firing down from the sky

      a warning of the storm coming in stronger

      earth waving her arms and shaking the ground

      shifting with speed and holding on for dear life

      moving like an invitation, calling us to lean

      in mischievously and head her message

      now, just take a moment to notice

      just how much they surrender

      so loyal to who they are

      and their divine

      intention

      wise people,

      with meaning

      they are all here

      swallowing ignorance

      redeeming godlike significance

      uninvited

      dropping himself off at our feet

      already overstayed

      yet irrevocably loved

      welcoming himself into our living room

      every Saturday afternoon

      breaking plans for an evening out

      spending hours in the bath