Leaves are scattered on the ground Like tears in the rain They make no sound The breeze blows kisses Sweetly and gently Calming my mind as I am reminiscing
Leaves are scattered on the ground Like tears in the rain They make no sound The breeze blows kisses Sweetly and gently Calming my mind as I am reminiscing
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes …
I opened my eyes And looked up at the rain, And it dripped in my head And flowed into my brain, And all that I hear as I lie in my bed Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head. I step very softly, I walk very slow, I can’t do a handstand– …
Pluviophile: a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.
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