the sky showers down in shimmering rivulets
cleansing the earth of leftovers
something we planet guardians don’t do well
cloud masses end load the cycle
pouring so hard sometimes
dearest pets have been given over to frame the scene
the water is exquisite in its clean smell
vertical rivers stream to feed the parched
those below drink the life giving stuff and absorb the mist
beyond illusion or imagery of form to paint this memory
it is light itself
breath from heaven
yet
here I am, older
fancied up in a lace-lined number for celebrating
heels, so I stand fake slim at six feet tall
makeup applied hoping I might fool some years away
and all I can say about this gorgeous rain is
CRAP
my makeup is gonna run
MM is a 2′ tall print from a litho plate I painstakingly etched in college
I used this particular art thinking how we can sometimes be
a bit outside-centric rather than inside-evolved
(I’m ashamed to admit I’m guilty of this from time to time)
MM’s photo reference from the talented photographer Philippe Halsman (1906-1973)
anntogether 
Feel the same way. Love rain… Until. Wonderfully descriptive write.
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thank you very much, sumyanna
am:)
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LOLOL
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I had a much more colorful word than CRAP – but thought I’ve been dropping the f-bomb a little too much lately;)
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Ya took my by surprise on this one, AM — didn’t see that end coming — but I like it. 🙂 The language is lush and lovely here, so gentle, like the rain. Marilyn is, as always, exquisite. Why is it we always worry about our outsides instead of our insides? Don’t know, but it’s true of all of us. Happy day, AM.
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I didn’t see that end coming either, DS
until I neared the bottom – gosh, as I write this the rain is pouring down
I’d like to try to describe rain and other elements – a bit more abstractly – perhaps going forward:)
happy weekend to you too
am:)
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