One by Two; Two by One

I wrote this earlier this summer, but last night's rain made me think of it.


I sat and listened to the patterned rain
until it learned my mind,
playing on the solitude, laughing
at my sheltered quiet.

Without thought, I ran from disheveled room,
heedlessly flung open my door.
Without pause, I leaped,
Embracing drizzling pockets of heaven.

I left my sloppy socks like shells
on the pavement, the sound gripping me to swirl
up and down with each gust,
the dance forming in my lungs

I stopped, the movement inward turning.
I lay on the pavement like a mountain
unmovable, but reaching upward
with my palms flat on spiritual gray.

In Noah’s honor, I believed the rain,
allowed myself to drown in its wrath.
Then watched my rainbow past float
in the gutter, disappearing in arced grates.

With closed sight concentration,
I memorized each drop’s bond
inside the creases in my face—
Added my own, then, to The Fall.

April rain fused to my skin,
I returned to the world of dry,
But forever felt, somehow, foreign
I had become rain dancer.

~DaLe 04.15.09