The rain is a part of me as it is you.
The rain envelopes me, like a lover breathing in my ear through the black night.
My heart finds sanctuary in this love, who will never slip away and leave the dawns empty.
The desire for company is so strong that it's often tempting to let the solitude in nature slip away, but when I do this, I eventually feel out of balance.
My mind clutters with work and personal concerns, and only a good immersion into the rain can cleanse it.
I remember its power rising to a crescendo around me, under me, during its final moments of its life, after traversing a thousand miles from its birthplace.
The motion that so exalted me was given freely by the wind, as the rain was given motion by the wind, as the wind was given motion by the storm, as the storm was given motion by the whirl of the atmosphere and the turning of the earth itself.
I remember the rain cradled by the same cloud and pleasured by the same storm.
All of us here, partaking of a single motion, together and alive.
-Brandon Hanson
The rain envelopes me, like a lover breathing in my ear through the black night.
My heart finds sanctuary in this love, who will never slip away and leave the dawns empty.
The desire for company is so strong that it's often tempting to let the solitude in nature slip away, but when I do this, I eventually feel out of balance.
My mind clutters with work and personal concerns, and only a good immersion into the rain can cleanse it.
I remember its power rising to a crescendo around me, under me, during its final moments of its life, after traversing a thousand miles from its birthplace.
The motion that so exalted me was given freely by the wind, as the rain was given motion by the wind, as the wind was given motion by the storm, as the storm was given motion by the whirl of the atmosphere and the turning of the earth itself.
I remember the rain cradled by the same cloud and pleasured by the same storm.
All of us here, partaking of a single motion, together and alive.
-Brandon Hanson
*This poem was published in Celebrate! Poets Speak Out Fall 2003*