Rain renews life. I like to think of rain as a metaphor for humanity transcending darkness. Wisdom is gained in a soulful journey beyond ignorance. But we must choose it, never to succumb to indifference, but live for the universal truth of love uniting the family of man. There is always the horizon. We may not get there together, but we may leave our legacy of rain forming a current to a greater sea of life where fear is illusion.
Metamorphoses
by James Coburn
Let us become rain for a night,
permeate surface dragons,
dashing their fire.
Let thunder pass between us
as we seep down shingles,
to window pane cracks
and fall deep into mountains;
mix with seascapes.
Trickle down a mailbox
into a letter we would have written,
had it not been for the dragons.
Let all the words ever spoken
be drenched by rain.
Let rivers of ink flow down pages
and decay into earth.
Life will rise where we fell
wilted in spring rain.
Bees will hover above us
in scents of honeysuckle
where wilderness beckons.
We will bead dust where others walk
above surface dragons
fading into water
for millenniums.
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