“Female Rain” by Laura Tohe
When I was younger I would find such joy in riding my bike in the rain, and even though my mom didn’t like mopping up the mess I made when I returned home, she would always enjoy the smile on my face. Rain soothes me to sleep at night, provides the plants, trees and human beings with life. Water is life, and longevity lives between the connection. Through the mist one can unveil the secret behind the law of the land, intertwined with the beauty that surrounds.
Who is this, taping on my window in the middle of the night?
For it is the rain, that lives outside of time.
“The Weight of Nothing” by Amy Uyematsu
The zoom of cars crash down on the street outside
but silently you sit,
engulfed in the nothingness surrounding you.
You fall into trances often and
can’t shake the places you go upon entering,
even in your dreams.
Time left awhile ago
but it’s hard to say when exactly.
A stones vibrations contribute to the stir
in the universe. A tear always
finds its way home.
Thirst for water like tree’s,
ever present in the now.
“Power” by Audre Lorde
Casted away by the sound of rain
is where I found myself dwelling in between the roots of trees,
like a sparrow huddled between the two pieces of wood
that make up it’s house.
Waves of grass soothe the grin that sleeps on my face
understanding not the cause or end.
A split in the weather,
with April’s full moon beaming down on the trails
of rainwater that gather together for one last push.
Across the street in between two houses
there stands one whose last light went out,
a silent good night whispered to the wind.
Rain picks up again,
and I couldn’t be more pleased.
“Ah, Ah” by Joy Harjo
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