In the rain
is a secret song
washing over us
countless dripping whispers
ancient cascades
from the beginning
when we were barely born
apart with this notion
that ‘I’ am
something separate
mistaking body for boundary
This song soothes & beckons:
remember
that we’re every drop
of time, memory
and ancestors
encapsulated
a million tiny cloudburst
touches
upon naked skin
an endless deluge of echoes
on thirsty ears tucked under wanting covers
We rise from untamed oceans
thunder in every cell
coursing through every body
communing with ancient soil
to unfold in every fleeting bloom
It sings:
You are perfect
with all your catastrophes
gentle cleansings
and surrender
All of us answer
the thirst of the everything -
at once question
and release
As it washes -
It asks
How many times
has a soul drifted
into slumber with the sound
of rain
And answers -
gracefully
Here, As We Fall
is Home
Author’s Note: Rain is one of the oldest songs on earth. Every drop cycled through bodies, oceans, clouds, soil, time, grief and celebration. Renewal. As it falls, we fall. As it rises, we rise. Rain knows what we forget: isolation is an illusion we inherit at birth. Belonging is the truth we return to.