I welcome the rain drop on my cheek
right below my left eyelid
resting on the ridge of the cheekbone
What an enlivening sensation that first drop of rain!
I can feel its impact ripple across my face
announcing its deliberately delicate presence – drawing my attention
its energy – a tingly brilliant blue – skidaddles upon its arrival
scooping up the unsuspecting dryness and warmth of that spot
My skin – thirsty and soiled from working in the garden – readily drinks this gift
What a blissful feeling!
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And in a moment of expected grace
another drop dips into the world
This one considerably larger than the last
belly flops dramatically on my right hand
between the knuckles of my index and middle fingers
Its energy – like a meteor hitting the ocean – sends itself outward
clearing away the dirt from the cracks of my skin
only to congeal as mud on the crater’s perimeter
a concentrated presence of two worlds coming together
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More drops are arriving now
each heralding their presence to a parched garden
I should go inside
before I am overcome with too much blessing
