a date with Rain. Jennifer Agostini

a date with Rain - Jennifer Agostini


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      acknowledgments

       To you, the reader, thank you for believing in me.

       To me, the writer, thank you for believing in me.

       To us, the beings, thank you for believing in the power of connection.

       To all who have ever wished to experience unity with nature, thank you for giving this a chance to take you there.

       To the Flo of life, thank you for embarking on the journey to deeply relate to this prose.

      a sometimes-perfect date

      he is highly honeyed

      and murmurs melodiously

      brushing his gentle touch

      across each edge of my skin, melting

      into all parts of my body, already

      unclothed

      his tender strokes reach

      all along and across me

      plating shivers for dinner

      deeply dripping down my spine

      making the hairs on my body stand tall

      covering the shape of my frame

      gratifying goosebumps

      for the very first time

      he creates congenial music for me

      the beat seldomly fast

      moments where the tempo has slowed

      unblemished and imperfect

      although,

      while we are stuck together

      we always dance together

      sometimes he will join me

      when he isn’t desired

      the sight is unfortunate

      making it dangerous

      for him to be prancing

      around me

      he can be such an infliction of pain

      yet, I love him so dearly

      because no matter what

      he’s always earnestly nurturing me

      he’s the finest and wickedest date

      yet, always the most memorable

      and so, if you’d let me

      I’d like to introduce you

      to my date with Rain

      leap to freedom

      is she too nervous, to take

      the vast leap off the cliff of the sky

      into this unknown below

      like so many of us can be

      at least we can empathize with her

      it takes commitment to live up to a vow

      once you do start falling

      you’re never gonna stop, until you land

      find peace in space of that body,

      of soft and salty champagne

      that which we all often see, pondering

      that cosmic outlandish slice of this planet

      and can you believe,

      she actually has hesitancy

      to drop?

      can’t you see?

      that’s us, too nervous

      to take the leap of trust

      a plunge into devotion

      a hop into freedom

      of and within ourselves, simultaneously

      transforming lives

      it’s only because we don’t know

      the most beautiful part of the story

      is waiting at the bottom

      to catch us free fallin’

      scent

      it’s pouring

      dime-sized drops of rain

      earth is washing herself off

      laying on a layer of perfume

      freshly across her chest

      like it’s her first date

      with the sun

      again

      hold me

      wind blows

      drops land

      trees call

      leaves dance

      fog rolls in

      I'm surrounded

      and feel all alone

      until everything encasing me disappears

      it’s then that the Earth steps in

      and holds me

      with such relaxed ease

      veda

      a drop of rain

      is a message from the sky

      reminding us that it’s a simple sole

      in the wild whole ocean

      witness that when all these droplets come together

      it feeds and connects the full world

      like fine wine

      stepping out of my home

      feet dropping onto the first step, nearly

      slipping as the rain begins crashing, falling

      down in thick translucent sheets

      blurring the whole world around me

      I want to last in this weather forever

      every time I believe I won’t come back

      the sheets mask my sight

      I can take the risk

      but, I want a drive

      without a fight

      I could hate and thrash and cry

      pouting back at home

      I could dance and sing and love and moan

      drinking every single sip of heavy rain and wine

      with glorious greed

      of that sky-fallen shower

      we’re gifted with each end of November

      my pores drink

      like a sommelier

      inviting in that first delicious drop

      swashing it all around the mouth

      squeezing cheeks as the tannins become full and ripe

      nourishment flushes through me

      better than the everyday downpour

      in my musky dewy bathroom


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