I drive home with the windows down, pouring in night. Rain soaks
the earth like oxygen, lungs in a firestorm. Old anthem thundering down
in the wheels.
I go slow, let one hand fall out into the rain. Slashing rain, like a warm, reckless
hail, thrown from the heavens, too long imprisoned there. At home I step out
into a downpour, and my God, it is cool.
Door slams. I walk toward the blurred porch lights, lift my face to the water.
Feel it coursing down my neck.
The earth: I hear it breathe again. This storm’s everything we’ve
wanted.
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