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Feb 2010
I close my eyes to hear the rain, not wishing to see.
I want to know what it feels like to BE rain;
To know the sensation of falling
Without care of direction or landing,
To be fluid. To be a part of  each splash,
One of multitudes of drops reaching the same puddle.
To spread out with the other droplets
And become something greater than myself.
© 2010,  Lori Carlson

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