In The Rain.

rain.

There is nothing better than E.E. Cummings on a rainy day.
This immediately came to mind as I stared out my Philadelphia window this morning.
I do not hate the rain. I do not take it personally. I reflect on it, constantly.

Read. Enjoy. Make a cup of tea. Read the paper. Think of the people you love. 

in the rain-
darkness,     the sunset
being sheathed i sit and
think of you

the holy
city which is your face
your little cheeks the streets
of smiles

your eyes half-
thrush
half-angel and your drowsy
lips where float flowers of kiss

and
there is the sweet shy pirouette
your hair
and then

your dancesong
soul.     rarely-beloved
a single star is
uttered,and i

think
of you

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