Have you ever walked in the long silver rain?
Have you watched it run into creeks and cracks?
Listen. Here it comes. Big, wild rain
in spells and storms and stories and I
feel the coming of the rain inside me first.
How marvelously have I adapted to all storms
that now I can truly listen, watch it fall
on the other side of my life.
Into each little thing I pay attention to. Small, neon rain
on smooth asphalt
micro-droplets cradled in cobwebs
on the greenest blade of grass
falling off the beak of the sparrows at rest
pinpricks of water against my face, mapping
every inch of space across bodies of land and water and
flesh and ink.
join me in this conversation, with the long silver rain.
Follow the song of the river newly born.
Let it remind you of how loved you are.
Be here. Ready when you are—
to feel the rain outside, the quiet within.