rain

July 2013

rain

Last night I dreamt

that I was lying in bed

next to you

listening to the rain

pouring down.

Making love,

then just lying there.

All day.

Just listening

to the rain

hitting the palm fronds

all day

with the sound of waves

the chorus.

I woke up to the pitter-patter

of rain on the roof,

poured out what was left

of the whiskey

and felt blessed

because it was a memory

that I will have always,

not just a dream

and certainly not a nightmare.

No, it didn’t end with you floating away

Or turning to sand

And slipping through my fingertips,

though you have slipped away,

No, it ended

with the realization that

my tears for you

aren’t a bad thing,

and we need the rain

just as much

as your father’s fields need it

because rain

purifies our soul

the way it purifies the earth

and as much as I say

that I sold mine long ago

it was never mine to sell

it had long been yours

since the beginning of time

since before that even,

and whenever it gets too dry

with cynicism

I wake up

To the sound of pouring rain

And can’t help but think

That somehow you sent it to me

Just as you sent me all those tears

and though the tears have dried,

and the memories have started to fade

i will never forget the rain

my dreams won’t let me.

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