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First it was raining.
Now it’s not,
I can’t find the moment
It stopped raining.
And see that for the miracle it is –
Here are two handfuls of words
Let us sit together
And feel,
The world crack open –
When joy is no name,
But a presence.



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The following comments are for "In the Wake of Rain"
by Myth

In the Wake of Rain
amazing depth and breadth to this. wonderful exercise in less is more. highly resonant piece.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: November 18, 2006 )

Myth!
Happy having discovered you because of your comment in the write off! This poem makes me remember one of my favorite novelist's books: Dean Koontz's In the Corner of His Eye, where there's a part there that's like "I can’t find the moment/It stopped raining".

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: December 1, 2006 )





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