i like the beat of this rain.
No pelting
No drizzling
But a steady patter
enough to bend the yellowing leaves
And keep windshield wipers on.
Enough to make us miss the sun
And the healthy rays at 8am
on a Tuesday.
But I love to pretend to hate the rain
No biking. Less walking
But when you go outside
You have so much space to yourself.
Unbothered and never hurried
Sink down and soak in pieces otherwise forgotten and pushed in the corner of your mind
these aren't floating away today.
It's not bad, this rain.
So, stop.
Wait. And practice patience for the hour.
Let these moments seap into skin
Let this rain and all she brings to give you a breath, some love, and the space to pour
unquestionable light where there is none.
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