Primitive Rain Dance
there is a time during a storm
when the rain beats
against window and roof
like the heart beat
of a small mammal
a mouse
or shrew
hundreds of times
beating
so fast you can’t count
you can only feel
the rush of longing
to join in the dance
to congregate with the drops
lend your own moisture
trapped inside cells and organs
until you and the rain
are one primitive beast
dancing in a dark hole
in the deep stormy night
Pamela Olson, 3/26/09
“seasonal change”
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