be my rain

Hyacinth garden

I open my eyes

look up at the rain,

dripping in my hand

raining in my brain.

I hear the ground slurping rain;

Drip after each clear, drop

rain very softly,

rain very hard

rain wild crazy

And the creek will overflow.

It is as wet as any sea

upon the helm of the moon.

As if, it is a spirit

in the morning

in the green/blue

of the oceans instinct.

It is a shapeless thing,

it needs

to understand,

like a vein of lightning.

At night in the rain

It lights sincere and phenomenal

like body in love.

Be wet

be my rain.

Lie next to me.

Love, if you love me in the rain.

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