Rain
Please don't go away
The song said to "go away"
come again another day
but, I implore you, please stay
give the clouds a chance to play.
***
I smell the water as it soaks into
the freshly-stained porch
where I am perched just behind
in the safety of indoors.
***
You cut through heavy, hot, and humid air,
turning the grass and trees a brilliant green
as they drink freely through their leaves
and swallow up life from soil.
***
My natural meditator, trance-maker, hypnotist,
as you gently fall,
pitter-pattering over the cardinal's call
a relaxing, repetitive song you sing,
named life-giving, essential, rain.
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Bugsy Watts
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
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I love this. It is beautiful...