The rain will take me there, one drop at a time.
Somewhere new, I long to go. I hear it in the drops.

Wanting this world, believing I could achieve, charging ahead
Those were the days when we thought, poets taught and even the rain told stories.

Once we died they heard us dropping in the rain.
Falling in the night, we help them sleep.

The rain falls and cools the earth
The rain promises a cool fall.

Earth, wind, fire, wood, water:
Rain you overreact.

I love you.
Thank you for giving the rain.

The rain remembers you to me
After -those flowers–I remembered ashes in the urn:
The rain fell on my cheek.

When is the end of the world?
Air roared,  flames raged–
Both the Air and Fire sought the rain.


About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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