the rains have finally come and the heat is steaming from the cracked musty earth and the air is thick and sweet and teasingly cool.
and when it rains, it rains
rains in waterfalls, buckets, hugs splashing drops, thousands of teaspoons of rain turned upside down
tears of the sky
happy tears
I am always mixing up the pluie (rain) with pleurer (to cry) , the dark electric sky - spitting tears of rain
the sky is crying over africa
and like all things here
it is ferocious
and the earth is opening its arms to receive it
and the lightening and the thunder here
cracking and rolling over the houses
flash in the dark
flash and flash and flash the horse and flash the house and flash the rain, tearing through the sky in shimmering sheets, flash the neighbors bulls chewing sodden hay
flash the mud
the mud the mud its cold and spongy beneath my toes
and i'm dancing in the rain and i can't help it, Scorpions and Rock you Like a Hurricane blasting from my phone and doing a jerky crutchless hop hands in the sky
flash the faces
the children are laughing
flash we laugh here
its okay to laugh at other people
its okay to laugh at yourself
streaming wet sopping dripping finally cool finally the hint of a shiver finally the rain the rain the rain the rain
and the tiny muddy arms of the earth are dancing with me
the leaves are awoken in the twigs the spiders begin to crawl
the earth is alive and breathing and moving and rolling
the tiny creatures are on the move
and the rain is pouring down
where is Noah i don't need his ark i could swim through the sky in this rain forever
flash and flash and the thunder is screaming
battle
hot and cold
dust and mud
dry and wet
here, the land where opposites collide
rain
the fierce grey compromise
grey
the color
the water
the beat of life
dashing into the hut, tracking muddy footprints, the product when rain and earth and foot collide
swept way tomorrow but elemental tonight
and bullets and pellets and pings and faster and harder and the roof is buzzing with the brash cacophony of rain drops
back with a vengeance
a force
no denying
the power of the rain
no stopping
the power of the rain
no repelling
the power of the rain
only dancing
to the music of the rain
increeeeedible writing janna. you transported me to the spirit of the moment... my present involves an old backpack muddy road, a husky dog and 3-4 feet of melting slush... from which i love to see you dancing in
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