T.: Deluge

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Deluge

I love October rain.

I love its wet-leaf smell
and the insistence of it,
how unforgiving it is, how
it just doesn't give a fuck.

I love that it turns every slight slope
into a path for a stream, a waterfall.
Love when it overfills hollows.

I love its symphony, its percussion.
How it helps me to sleep, and wakes me up.

I'm here.
I'm here.

1 comment:

willOctober 29, 2009 at 7:35 PM
Very nice.

And the rain's been a slamming hammer ... rain gutters are flooded, leaves too heavy to rake, even had the car totally blinded while on 405. Making me wish for a mist, a drizzle, a sprinkling, even fog.
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