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June
October 2008 
June Rain Draft Four
Posted on Jun 30th, 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
fireflies speak
the silent language
of light. Light
and water and grass
compose themselves
into night
and it seems
I can hear each
drop landing.
I imagine them
meeting the earth,
bursting into
light. My eyes
listen to June
rain, to grass
waiting for day,
to insects seeking
other insects,
flashing desire
to procreate
this summer night,
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
fireflies speak
the silent language
of light. Light
and water and grass
compose themselves
into night
and it seems
I can hear each
drop landing.
I imagine them
meeting the earth,
bursting into
light. My eyes
listen to June
rain, to grass
waiting for day,
to insects seeking
other insects,
flashing desire
to procreate
this summer night,
to co-create
this summer night.
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