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Start the music and read on….

          October in The PNW. Pumpkin Spice Lattes spring from every doorway. Long pants and coats are de rigueur . Brother Rain is back. Even with the somewhat extended Summer we had I still miss it terribly. I miss shorts and t-shirts and warmish evenings.

But when I hear the rain dropping on the trees and splashing down the drainpipes there’s a certain dreamy feeling that comes over me. I realize how revitalizing, soothing, and promising Brother Rain’s song can be. It brings on a mood of soft melodic jazz backed by a crackling fire. A soundtrack of Frank Sinatra and Nat King Cole singing nostalgia and falling leaves, or Dolores O’Riordan singing Dreams. A mood enhanced by tea laced with whiskey, apples dipped in homemade caramel, and popcorn. But always, always a mood of poetry.

        The wind whips Puget Sound into foam but it and the rain song fade too quickly. Luckily the Muse makes her subtle appearance once again. I relax my grip and the book opens to…

Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me

Last night the rain spoke to me

slowly, saying,

what joy

to come falling

out of the brisk cloud,

to be happy again

in a new way

on the Earth!

That’s what it said

as it dropped,

smelling of iron,

and vanished

like a dream of the ocean

into the branches

and the grass below.

Then it was over.

The sky cleared.

I was standing

under a tree

with happy leaves,

and I was myself,

and there were stars in the sky

that were also themselves

at the moment

my right hand

was holding my left hand

which was holding the tree

which was filled with stars

and the soft rain–

imagine! imagine!

the long and wondrous journeys

still to be ours.

Three different people touched by Brother Rain in three different ways. I drift off into seasons changing. Mary is opened to the journeys to come. I can only wonder what Dolores thought as she took that last drink and felt the bath close around her. Odd how the video begins with what could have been her last view.