Tag: rain

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Choosing

I remember the last time I existed.   I was wearing striped pants & seated cross legged on a park bench in Western park, Ponsonby. My shift was over     my blood circulating         & I found myself, cross legged, on the edge of a rain storm.

With the Earth Like This

  How warm the rain this morning! It is a morning to sing along with— the rain a drum beat on the roof of my helmet the whoosh of rubber through puddle a cymbal I let all the car alarms, too, be bird song and my grin swells with the wind and the clouds. It is a day to breathe, like the wind, a … Read More With the Earth Like This