it's been thundering for the past thirty minutes and the first fat raindrops are hitting the skylights above me. it brings me back to old rag when that storm was approaching while we were starting down. it was windy and the cool air moved through the trees and along your skin as if it were alive. and if you closed your eyes, it would carry you away. from this angle, I can see the raindrops come down and land. it makes me think how many hundreds of feet they've fallen, how many states or oceans they've crossed. how many hands they've touched. the way they splat reminds of that picture book, the rainbabies. the old woman and her husband are childless so rain brings her rainbabies.
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