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The world is very different now. I wish my children could have heard him. He warned everyone.  He would be called a right wing conspiracy theorist now and could not be elected cause he liked women.

It had been 70 dry days here.  No rain.  Very few clouds.  But this evening outside WorkPlay – B’ham Al, we could feel her heading our way.  I wrote this sitting outside in the weather.  It was interesting to me how the metaphors merged.  I think I began to understand the ancient links between the weather and fertility in a more subtle way.

Rain Dance

She approaches

Out of the West She comes

Hot and cold interplay, creating currents

I catch Her scent and breathe Her into me

Cause She’s Windy baby, and She’s so fine

She moves me

I feel her on my skin

She drips Her moisture onto me, teasing me awake

God I’m dry, I need Her waters

She dampens the leaves, the petals are wet

She rumbles and flashes, revealing Her soul to me

Come shower yourself onto me, quench my aching thirst

The wild tumult rages

Twisting, turning, exquisite yearning

The sounds of Her coming approaches

She longs to spill Herself, give Herself away

She is come now and I alive ride on Her storm

Cause She’s windy baby and She’s so fine