RAY LC: Variations on the Rain

You can taste it in your noodle

soup, caffeine free, dripping dry from the

ruddy brows of a mother of the Pad. One

imagines it falling from the ladle

fully formed, congealed overnight past

one's bedtime tickling. Tockling.

Toes of small snails are covered

top to bottom with bubbling

patterns of this as it condenses from

thin air in which is seen bright

leaves overlapping each other like Escher

drawing spirals on a

gel. Like gel but solid it makes a

Splash, on my chai in the

dead of winter

tiny sprinkles on a mat as i stoop gazing,

memorizing the scene of Church or

Temple, a wave of Flakes unseen

untouched but touching all it deposits

itself on, including my teacup. But then

it is liquid again precipitate upon

a jug, a gift of many colors for

you to choose, a ribbon of air really

red orange yellow, blue, green etc.

Upload it, download it, put it in a

Cloud.

Listen to it in a Glass

Melody as it forms an ever present

mist. A water is a water is a water.

You have to reach other and

grab it, it is the ultimate nonnegativity,

dripping nonstop, the

nightly lifeline.

And then you start telling someone else
It, not just an exhibition age artist
Trying to provoke a reaction, but really
Really Tell it, splash by splash, sometimes
without saying anything, just to show,
and be guided. Thus
you change that someone, and
Yourself too! And she
Telling it, changes someone
else both creating shaping in their own
image, the face of One
who we see by loving another.
Planting of seeds is a
cycle, It evaporates, rises up,
becomes a net of ideas we cannot forget,
condenses, attains solidity, built
into underbelly foundations of a Taj Mahal
for Eternity to see, coalesces,
even when melted to inspire another to
evaporate, to Tell.
Regardless of percentages it
makes up the world, and no matter what
Mistakes you make, it is there unflinching.
you don't exchange it like bitcoin,
you just give it so the other can drink,
and receive it so the other can dream.
It can be seen reflecting Positivity in a
mirror, for it absorbs hate,
melts it,
makes all the trees green again,
no matter what season,
it brings perpetual
Spring,
touches even one who sits lonely upon a
rock, and when you slap it,
it turns the other cheek, melting it, not just
the mortal body. It giveth and it
washes away, it is part of
everything we are, and it falls to us

drop by drop.