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Rain
I am simpatico with sight, enamored of my hearing,
and yet when both give signs of the rainy season nearing,
I find a new sense opening as the memory
of that long redolence of rain comes flooding back to me.
That first whiff of petrichor—-the breath of dust and rain
brings a reunion of senses swirling back again.
The touch of rain along my arms, the taste upon my tongue.
The song of it in ditches when I was very young.
Every sight excited now as it was then.
First its gentle pattering, then its thundering din.
It beats upon my windows, streams down from the eaves.
Soaks into the soil, forms droplets on the leaves
as though they are mementos of the thunder and the light
that has served as a foreshadowing of the rainstorm’s might.
Every sense appealed to. Riches above reason.
Every prayer is answered in the rainy season.
Words for the day are breath, simpatico, sight, redolence and long. Image of the boots from Rupert Britton on Unsplash, used with permission. All other images by Judy Dykstra-Brown.
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Rain gets to be an old friend during the rainy season. Especially gentle rain like this night-long rain has been.
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What a beautiful poem Judy.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome 😇
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So very beautiful. Yes, the sound of rain has always brought me joy, a sense of renewal and restoration, as well as cleaning the air and helping the plants grow.
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Such a lyrical exploration with the pattern of raindrops flowing your message. I love this!
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A wonderful poem, Judy — I love it when it rains all night, and is sunny in the morning, the air cleaned out and fresh! Your photos are beautiful, too, as always.
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Thanks, Janet.. It kept on raining gently until nearly mid-day.
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