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Rain Wind Fog (Poem)

I did not want to look back

and say with regret

that I never walked in the rain

too afraid that the water on my face

would remind me of tears

and I would cry in sorrow

that I never stood in the wind

too fearful that the buffets on my limbs

would feel like punches

and I would collapse from their hit

that I never moved within the fog

too frightened that the murk around me

would become like a nightmare

and I would never emerge

so I have made certain to do these

and more

It was not petrichor, this scent of rain.

The path as I walked had previously

Been dampened by nocturnal showers.

The trees glinted with moisture,

And the sodden ground muffled my footsteps.

No, this was the balm of continued precip

That joined the falling leaves, the cooling winds,

And the shortening light

As messengers all of season’s change.

Glory in the mountains.

I stand in the storm and raise my face to the sky.

One quick shiver, and I deliquesce.

Not disappearance but metamorphosis.

I swirl into the clouds to join the downpour.

There is rain, and there are tears.

I fall as both, to water the ground

And touch your dreams with sorrow.