a date with Rain. Jennifer Agostini
but this,
was just like that inconceivably fine plum drink
the one we had the night we got married
cheap, sweet, and serving us
with boundless love
if this was just the wine
and it wasn’t even at its finest,
I’m looking forward to you
serving me the whole delectable feast
waiting
I sit quietly, each time
the rain starts falling, I close my eyes
and feel the rush of the wind
and the sprinkle of dew
like a soft mist
waiting for answers
from our Mother, herself
her wisdom starts sinking
deep into me
do you ever sit and wait?
just to see what happens
when answers come to you
instead of always chasing after them?
because nothing ever comes
until I close my eyes
and the rain starts falling
each time, only when
I sit quietly,
waiting
first fall
moments after the pouring rain
the scent of petrichor blows up my nose
it’s better than whiffs of cocaine
eternally teasing me to forget
this time it’s worth the high
eradicating the comedown from drowning me
encouraging me to remember
who I am
weight
leaves losing weight
rain making its way to the ground
enriching the roots
through the abundant soil
sustenance of the water begins
to rush its way back up
the delicious tantalizing trunk
giving strength to the foliage
to hold more
and lead to a free flowing river
that forever feeds
all the breathing beautiful Beings
accompanied
do you remember that one time it rained
and you felt sad and anguished for the world?
do you remember that one time it rained
and you wanted to cry in agony with the sky?
do you remember that one time it rained
and you healed heroically after your worst romantic disband?
do you remember that one time it rained
and you buried yourself in the covers to disguise?
do you remember that one time it rained
and you drank so much coffee that your skin ran dry?
do you remember that one time it rained
and you were desolated of the unwelcomed forlorn?
do you remember that one time it rained?
I have a secret for you:
you were not alone.
raise
reminisce to your recapture by the rain
you danced because it’s all you could do
you lavished in a creative stream
you stretched your emotions
as you played author all evening
reminisce to your recapture by the rain
you coupled so deeply
you wailed affinity into the night
you experienced mastery
as you caressed and kissed everlastingly
reminisce to your recapture by the rain
you played with your tribe
you embraced under the wash
your candid hunger erupted
as you danced with the stream
reminisce to your recapture by the rain
thank her
be grateful for her
she raised you
take off your shoes
soak your feet,
in the mucky ground
close your eyes,
look up to the sky
and stay,
keep waiting
until the rain starts falling
and watch,
as you are washed
endowed a clean slate, creating
for you, a new beginning
vocation
a pulsating fall
dripping grimly on the treehouse
precipitates firing down from the sky
a warning of the storm coming in stronger
earth waving her arms and shaking the ground
shifting with speed and holding on for dear life
moving like an invitation, calling us to lean
in mischievously and head her message
now, just take a moment to notice
just how much they surrender
so loyal to who they are
and their divine
intention
wise people,
with meaning
they are all here
swallowing ignorance
redeeming godlike significance
uninvited
dropping himself off at our feet
already overstayed
yet irrevocably loved
welcoming himself into our living room
every Saturday afternoon
breaking plans for an evening out
spending hours in the bath