—
—
Of Rain But sometimes we don't.
Sometimes we lie together in a quiet place surrounded by grass and the warm wet taste ofrain
of rain falling
from the summer stars
happy to have company like ours. And every night they open their eyes they'll see
us there and realize
a thousand things about us.
But they can
live
without us.
And sometimes we do. Sometimes we lie together where tall grass waves, and the
entire
sky misbehaves
God is stirring a potion above while we lie in this ocean like
ofrain.
—Cherie
Priest
15
