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I Now Can See the Rain Dedicated to my brothers and
sisters in San Francisco, and
everywhere.
Teardrops of loneliness,
flowing like the rain,
thoughts no longer exiled
from rainbow prisms of a
myriad of validated feelings,
objective to former subjective
views defiled.
Will I live to see another day?
Will there be another loss,
or another gain?
Trees of autumn leaves,
such vivid colors to be
revered and so serene,
sunrays of uplifting and
soft yellow, the most
golden gold, and such
crimson red,
gracefully dancing on
respectful boughs to
the wind.
Pumpkins laughing with
such mirth,
to scarecrows, who
really do have quite
a heart.
And, blackbirds singing
playfully.
Born again, in an air of
birth and rebirth,
to autumn's falling leaves
rescind,
like ocean waves rolling
over you, and not washed
away, hands of therapeutic
massage.
Can you feel the comforting
and soothing waves, gently
rubbing on the shore?
Put a seashell to your ear,
to smell the salty ocean's
air,
to hear its majestic roar,
and to wash away all
irrational fear.
Teardrops of love are
falling from the sky,
enfolding and surrounding,
protecting and not at all
threatening.
Human being's chaos, at
least temporarily erased,
oppression and repression,
at least temporarily removed,
human imperfection becomes
perfected and sincere,
through nature gods of sea,
wind, and air.
I am proud, and no longer
afraid, to say the words
'I love you'.
And, I now can see the
rain.
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