rain in la


when it rains i think
of repeated metaphors
of time
the shapes formed by primordial forces
i observe them from here
it’s warm
the look in your eyes and
the sound of your voice
reflecting, refactored in each drop
its sound soothes, soft and rolling to the touch

observable on occasion, like today
when it rains in LA
but its a constant feeling like
Nietzsche’s eternal recurrence
“the metaphysical comfort”
felt by the rain as it falls
felt by the world as each drop adds to its mass
driven by the gravity of your laugh

tomorrow it’ll disappear
but i yearn for the rain,
for its life-giving
the beauty it heralds as dawn
clears the sky


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