|The Rain Complex
Author: TrajectoryToNoWhere PM
We all have our obsessions. You can have your wine. I'll have mine.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 124 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12-04-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2870425
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I've found I have an unnatural affinity for rain.
How long it's been I cannot know,
but I only find just recently
through anthologies revisited
all the hopes and dreams and poetry,
those subtle rain drop patterns
left behind in words.
So I'm a parched flower crisp with perpetual heat,
dry with forever thirst,
and if I ever see the grey clouds
conjoin and hug, all sweet,
I run to watch them crack like eggs, in thunder--
or torn like cotton, flooding from white
giving the ground taste, a drink,
never enough, always please, more--
that I might stand open-faced like a turkey
drink until the storm has passed.
(I don't to waste it.
It never lasts.)