bouts of rain

all the sudden

rain

little droplets

substantial enough

falling down like wind chimes

resounding 

on a puddle 

look closely becomes a pond

look closely becomes a lake

look closely ripples out to the edges

and the trees wave hello from my favorite spot

look closely 

find 

an unexpected surprise that no one can predict 

magic is the moment 

but i’m just warming up

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rain

clouds that move across the sky

forming shapes

raindrops fall down to the ground 

filling divets and indentations

with water

covering 

soaking through

until they form pools 

with rippling edges 

reverberating back

sprinkles from the sky

refreshing the world’s greenery

raindrop resting

raindrop hangs from a leaf

as if about to drop

but it stays there

glistening in the light

thunder cracks

and all around rain covers the ground

yet the drop stays

it waits

until the dew condensing collides

and then 

finally it makes a splash

raindrop home

i am inside a raindrop

i live in it

it is exhilarating to fall from the sky

people don’t know this but as you’re falling

the world comes into view

yet backwards — isn’t that interesting?

before i lived in the raindrop i never would have expected this

yet here we are

people don’t realize–

they make it seem like the length of time it takes for a raindrop to fall

is very quick

like the second hand of a clock

ticking away

but those of us who live in raindrops

we know that the fall from the sky

it’s the whole point

how else are you going to make the ground wet?

the fall takes longer than any of us can count

it’s infinite

we wait for the impact

but it doesn’t happen like that

and it feels very nice to be surrounded by water

my armor

shining in the sun

you can breathe so much better

you can think

it’s very clear

i don’t worry about the fall or the impact

because that’s not the end

sometimes i dream of what it must be like

to stand on wet earth

earth must be a very different feeling

one i feel alien to

yes, earth is very different than water

i wonder what it feels like

to stand

on earth

i wonder if i will like it

but i think i will

i think i do

maybe the water surrounding me has been whispering to me in my dreams

pointing out beauty

maybe the water surrounding me remembers what it was like to touch earth

when it lived on the surface

before it evaporated up to the sky

and decided to surround me

here i am

with water as the one who’s seen it all before

but i love to learn

i drink it in

and see and wonder as i fall

from the sky

to the ground

scent of rain

sweet and heady and full

water filling in space until the surfaces

the indentations and grooves

all the cracks and crags are filled to the brim

scent after rain is gentle

it lingers and moves in a way 

that only it can do

mixed with dirt and wind that has died down

mixed with plants that have absorbed all they could

mixed with grass and dry leaves rehydrated

and yet the best part is the sun that peeks out to warm

on an otherwise cool and blustery day

scent of rain intensified

cooked through and lifts the spirits 

upward in 

gratitude

sometimes when it rains

Sometimes when it rains, you get wet. 

Sometimes, when the water flowed up from the banks and pushed past forests and bushes and little flowers. Sometimes, when it seemed there was no place for shelter. Sometimes, when she found a place between rocks and did her best to hug herself into a smaller version of the same person.

Out there she’d heard a noise. She went searching to find it. She went deep into a place she didn’t know. She went further than she knew where to stop. Each time, she looked back expecting to see something on the path. Each time, she stepped a bit faster. Put her head back forward, back ahead of her. She kept walking.

It started to rain. And in this downpour, there was no shelter. There was a tree and two jagged rocks. It wasn’t much. It certainly didn’t shield her from the elements. She began to shiver. 

The shivering wasn’t so bad. Neither were the raindrops. It’s just when it got to be so that she couldn’t feel anything else. 

Looking through the mist, the sweeping fog, over the landscape there seemed to be something – a small light probably far off from where she was. Was it worth it to risk it?

She hopped out from the rocks and the tree jumping over puddles. Tracing footsteps over fallen logs. Upward, downward, around bends. Avoiding getting stuck in mud as she walked. The earth suctioning her feet into itself. 

A cabin. A small house in this wood. There it was and she could see that it was here that a light was coming from. Seemed familiar, like a place she’d been to before. Closer and closer. 

please get closer…

Footsteps like a prayer. Like pleading. Like some sort of mantra repeated over and over as she stepped and stepped. Her hands were cold. Her teeth chattered uncomfortably. 

As she neared the place, she wondered if anyone was there, then decided she didn’t care. She knocked on the door, but it opened to an empty room with a single light shining in the window. 

She took a couple tentative steps inside and then realizing she was staring straight at a bed, her knees gave out. She’d have to crawl the rest of the way. Pulling herself up and into this bed. 

Whispering voices floating through her head. Thoughts that she tried not to hear. Words that made her squeeze her eyes shut as if to resist crying. But it didn’t matter, sometimes tears came anyway. Sometimes she didn’t know what had hurt her. Sometimes, it just was. And it was okay because the rain no longer hit her. She began to feel warmth again. She closed her eyes and turned her head to the pillow and as she breathed a sigh of relief, there was a tightness in her throat. She fell into deep sleep. Water sinking down into the bed from her hair, her shoulders, her back.

Outside, water dripping down to a beat like the music in her mind. 

extraction wounds

There was no one around. 

It was a small cabin that no one knew about and no one could find. Outside, rain dripping down soaking everything in sight.

A hard knock at the door, but the woman lying on the floor couldn’t get up. Stuck between worlds, this one was.

The knock came again. She jolted awake from bad dreams. She looked around her… No idea where she was. Should this be familiar to her? She wasn’t sure anymore. Beads of sweat dripping off her face sliding down around the back of her neck.

The knock again. 

who is it? why can’t i move?

She looked for the rope or the ties anything — whatever was holding her down, but there was nothing.

There was only the pounding of rain. A knock at the door. And then, boom, a flash of lightning and it stopped. The rain stopped. 

The handle to the door turned. Catching her breath. Forcing it to stay still as if she held it, she could disappear. Hide.

The door opened. A figure, barely discernable stepped inside.

“What are you doing here?”

“I…”

“I thought you were gone. You-”

Forced breathes then fading consciousness. A low wheezing, gasping sound and he couldn’t tell if she was angry or struggling with something. He didn’t know what to do so he just stood there dripping rainwater on the floor.

She closed her eyes. Peace would come one way or another. Maybe she could will herself back to another world, another time, another place. Maybe she could drift away within a dream.

“Hey! Snap out of it!”

She opened her eyes. There was a warm light somewhere in the room. 

“What’s wrong with you?”

She shook her head. Tears mixed with sweat. He looked into her face. He looked angry. Concerned. She hated when he looked that way so she closed her eyes.

When he reached out a hand to touch her arm, she winced in pain. 

But this weird…

He turned her onto her side. And that’s when he saw it. Sunken deep within the back and oozing out a viscous goo. He was scared to touch it.

“It’s fine. I can get that out. I’ve seen worse.”

But she kept shaking her head.

“No, I know the truth…”

“No, you don’t. You don’t know everything, okay?”

“Okay…”

He took the tip of the arrow between his fingers and sighed. She arched her back in anticipation. With one swift pull, out it came, but with it so did the pain. He closed his eyes when she screamed. 

“You’ll be okay.”

And just like that she was in the dream world again. It always took a second to adjust, but yes, this was familiar. She was alone again. In a sea of clouds.