It
is enough that friends are here… and the music… there are plans of impending
joy… we will sing of the sorrows and make merry of yesterday… we will burn away
some unspeakable prospect and dance to celebrate love not claimed yet…Laugh till
our eyes smart at the extent of our need for it and ears ring out its youthful
resonance… we’ll fill our lungs with the scent of the green and turn giddy with
the joy of not knowing what to do…
And
there I see more of you all, waiting at the threshold of uninvited yet welcome
familiarity… to join us in this blooming wonder called rain… there, we stepped
out of our boundaries to claim our share of the rain and are filling each of our
voids to the brim with its magic… miraculous amounts of energy prevails as if
the sun has burst its seams and is pouring out its love as rain… beloved mud is
being washed away in its glory and roaring tree whispers have ceased their labor…
Yes
you know what I speak of, even If you deny the knowledge of my tongue . . . why
are you quiet now? A moment ago you danced with us, Is it the sorrow of an
unfinished business with the rain. Pay heed to the summoning winds… they are
ever large hearted to carry your longings to the rain… strain your ears … is it
not the promise of a quenched thirst tomorrow, that you hear??
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