Lucky we are to live in tales-
giants stomp their Katrina way across cities
leaving little Alex to supply us with rain stories
We fill tanks with liquidities,as this splash down allows us time between
scorching Sol interrogations
and contemporary uncertainties
I get drenched/hear tales of Mopac floods/I35 gridlocks
cars stopped when water proved stronger than gas
All motion is downwards-gravity from heavens
These passing clouds anonymous as crowds
deliver around and to us/more than we expect!
To be shirtless in showers,drenched within downpourings
is to accept water as power and origins
Gardens gulp this in.We stay within and wait
Waterworld rises in creeks and rivers
I rise to meet these spilling skies
Both of us will dry in time
It is this drip drip dropping
that adds to all we are and will be
dancing between raindrops/eternally...
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