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October 2008 
June Rain Draft Three
Posted on Jun 24th, 2008
by 
Beagle
Beagle
JUNE RAIN
The night is quiet
except for rain
sussurating
the meadow’s grass.
Rain taps
the bending blades,
loosing scents
of soil, of summer.
Through the window
I watch the gray
clouds, the dimness
soaking the landscape.
Through darkness
and rain fireflies
speak the silent
language of light.
Clouds and grass,
rain and light
compose themselves
into night
and it seems
I can hear each
drop landing.
I imagine them
meeting the earth,
each drop
bursting into
light. My eyes
listen to June
rain, to grass
waiting for day,
to insects seeking
other insects
who flash desire
to procreate
this summer night,
other insects
who flash desire
to co-create
this summer night.
The night is quiet
except for rain
sussurating
the meadow’s grass.
Rain taps
the bending blades,
loosing scents
of soil, of summer.
Through the window
I watch the gray
clouds, the dimness
soaking the landscape.
Through darkness
and rain fireflies
speak the silent
language of light.
Clouds and grass,
rain and light
compose themselves
into night
and it seems
I can hear each
drop landing.
I imagine them
meeting the earth,
each drop
bursting into
light. My eyes
listen to June
rain, to grass
waiting for day,
to insects seeking
other insects
who flash desire
to procreate
this summer night,
other insects
who flash desire
to co-create
this summer night.
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Beautiful…
love to all
mom