The rain
Is overly
generous
Giving us
More than
enough
Instead
Of just
enough
Not because
it is
extravagant
Simply
because
There is
no way
For it to
measure
too little,
or too
much
or just
enough
So it
falls
Until
There
is Nothing
Left
And love
Should be
Like the rain
Giving itself
To the point
Of depletion
Drenching
The body
Penetrating
the soul
Right down
To the bone
So when you
Are alone
In a place
Where
It never rains
You will
Still remember
How love felt
How it
might feel
again
Sunday, September 02, 2007
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