She cuddled up to him under the covers
Pulling her body along his to get warm
Outside the wind blew and the cold rain fell
Outside the chaos of jobs and bills demanded attention and yet…
None of that mattered. They were together in that moment
Focusing on giving to the earth
Allowing one to receive many fold more in return
Relying on the rhythms of the weather
Memorizing the song of rain and sun, growth and decay
Everything a relationship with the soil and the sky
Results in a labor of love
Revealing each tear slowly
As the thought of you not being here sets in
It soon becomes a torrent, soaking the earth in front of me
Not that I noticed. I was lost in the emotional downpour
Being depressed on a day where light rains down from a robin’s egg sky
Leaves her wanting to curse up and down for feeling blah on such a perfect day
Ultimately, she goes to her safe space, puts on some B.B. King, and curls up in a ball
Enveloped in her azure blanket, she lets loose her own rain
Ribbons of light cascade down between the dark clouds
As the teardrop remnants of rain drip from outstretched leaves
Yielding a gleaming, magical moment
Cleopatra was definitely her BFF
Leaving that loser Marc Anthony behind of course
And she loved the idea of dancing with Frank Astaire
Singing in the rain dodging the puddles in her swing dress
She enjoyed belting songs with Patsy Kline at full volume
It made her feel connected to life
Could be her soul was so old it was a…
Wearing the itchy stuff seemed such a hassle
Of course, when it was cold outside it was nice and warm
On the account of rain, socks made of it were bliss
Looks like being itchy was the price to pay for happiness
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Didn’t think the fall would be that bad
Rolling to a stop that hard
Or finding pieces of yourself scattered across the pavement
Perhaps that’s why it takes something special to be a rain…
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Slipping out of her comfy slippers
Heaving open the front door, she slipped outside.
Onto the rain puddle filled mud slick path
Every nook and cranny of her feet were soon one with the earth
Still beat wearing those damned high heels!!!
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Rain fell all around Teresa
Obscuring the pale sky above
Yet a smile crept to her lips
Glowing in the distance was a magnificent rainbow
Beautiful segregation of wavelengths into an orderly progression
It made the rain a welcome “and one”
Very wet, but very happy, she continued her walk home
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