we knew it would rain waking almost morningopening the doorstepping out half darkhoping for the last of night coolon my skin, but insteadthe world breathed warmalive with misttoo close for stars we knew it would rainwhen day came and mistpulled thin across the skyuntil the sun singedthe unravelling edgesof the world and wewaded through the…
and though morning came hot and full and ravens skimmed the blue nothing wings circling the tipping moon pale in the early sky – it was the evening that breathed us, night skin singing sweet with rain.
again boomslang swims the high branches among a flutter of small birds and heron slowly measures the sky before the salt mist rushes the valley and the night sings of rain
too long the river has waited, dark water under a still summer sky, feeling her longing seep through the sand pull to the tide – but tonight the sickle moon sways in a cloud rushed sky and , frogs sing for the rain that falls and pours and spills, the pools that fill the streams…
if i were to slip sideways between trees between worlds, blur my edges until my skin turns scale and bark and hide – it would be a soft rain, mud morning like this; with a dawn chorus of frogs pulsing cell membranes, jubilant, tympanic. and as the sun climbs the clouded sky cicadas will while…
i have opened my doors to the rain – let my feet run wild in dust splat drops, let it bite bliss on my skin and run rivers down my spine. i have opened my doors thrown windows wide to the drenched summer sky let the sound of falling rain quench my thirsty heart. …