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I am the heartbeat of the falling rain,
recalling sharp-edged images
that sing yellow umbrellas
and breathe wet wool
and walk in puddles
and taste transient, primeval, earth-fresh air
and remember in a million shiny greens and soft, soft greys.
I am the essence of the rain,
abubble and awash with summer coolness
in a rain-grey sky.
I understand
that I do not understand
my struggle
to contain
an unexplored
and unborn
mystic exhilaration.
I am the rain.
November 1999
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem