There’s something cool about the rain
And the way it makes you covered
One part feeling, one part human, one part
Sky that’s birthed from thunder.
There’s something cool about the fact
That something comes from nothing
That you can touch space and sing in space
And come out of space just dancing.
There’s something that I like
About the way the world cries with us
The way it spits in condemnation,
The way it baptizes and gifts us.
There’s something far too strong
About the way our palms all open
How our fingers spread, our scars lie waiting
For lines smoothed by erosion.
There’s some magic that surpasses
Every parlor trick and hatter
In the way rain touches writers
And makes prose a weather pattern.
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