After a while
they wanted to get so used to it
they’d have
a different word for each kind of rain
say, one for fine-pointed rain
that comes down
light and silky
one for thick drops where the rain is thick no matter
how few drops fall.
And then on a turn, the end of rain
and a kind of
sunlight showed up
that was also fine-pointed.
Or maybe shy. Loud yawning? It was
sunny that day.
All the puddles
preparing to hibernate.
dig, dig, always love mentioning to people how eskimos belive that a horse running is a completely different thing than a horse standing still.
“And then on a turn, the end of rain
and a kind of
sunlight showed up”
really nice, cool, cool, stuff, ’nuff said
Yay–I love the whole thing, especially “fine-pointed sunlight” and the closer. Great closer–seriously.
That was beautiful. Almost makes me think I didn’t mind the rain so much, in retrospect. Almost.