Summer rain graced
the kind to catch
in awestruck mouth.
To run in as a child would.
The rain falls upon my hair, face, shoulders
and sweeps me into open breeze speed.
Divination of the crows echo
the prophetic percussion of raindrops
through the tree canopy
on sojourn to the twisting Root River.
I halt, exhale the ecstasy of my bicycle's speed.
Raindrops slide and fall to the river that consumes them.
Each one a perfect diver
reverberating on the waters surface.
Circle after circle unifying.
Falling, dancing, spinning outward to merge.
There is a mossy fallen tree across the flow.
I want to walk there with you.
To slip off our shoes and feel the wet moss beneath.
To cross the threshold and taste the rain on your lips.
Heart to you-
carried on the redolent woodsy airstream.
I am moving with the wind
along a green flush of soybeans swaying.
Into the blue open- clouds allow slivers of sunlight to feel.
Iris touches, arching high.
Crescents of color transmute gently
into spooning lovers.
The outermost rainbow disappears in clouded heights
bursting through the other side and soaring towards the earth
where it stabs into the supple landscape.
A collision so striking it takes my breath away
& enlivens my pace-
onto the forested trail ahead.
Flame and flow into the night shade.
A blurring benediction: river, rain, and wood scent into me
arising sensual, than diving deep into my solar plexus.
I am awakened.
I laugh with rapture into the darkness.
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