#TBT to my final day #Oakland in October when I woke up to a rainstorm and felt inspired to write this poem. "--Magic in the Rainfall-- As I close my eyes to take in the seemingly violent sounds of the raindrops crashing onto my skylight,
I feel a wave of tranquil surrender washing over my senses.
My breath begins to slow its pace.
Each exhale begins to feel cleansing,
Allowing me to enter a state of intense relaxation.
I run to the window to watch the rainfall.
The trees are preoccupied with their beautiful dance amidst the wild rainstorm happening all around them.
They sway back and forth,
Like a woman’s hips in a salsa dance,
In perfect unison with her partners hips.
It is in this dance of trees I see the magic in the rainfall.
Washing everything in its path clean.
I take refuge in the sounds it creates.
For a moment,
I am free.
Free to loose myself in the storm.
I become the trees.
I feel myself smiling as my branches sway back and forth.
My leaves are like a flowing dress as they whip around with me in the wind.
I become the crashing raindrops on the window.
Inspired by the sounds my drops make,
I laugh and find immense strength in the power of my rainfall as I intensify with every drop I make.
I am the little girl.
Standing outside looking up in wonder and awe of rain falling onto my skin.
I am the woman.
Walking into the rain to release a pain that lives inside me.
With every drop falling onto my now wet skin,
I can feel the rain wash my soul clean.
Delivering me from the darkness.
I am the pair of lovers.
With hands and lips finding each others bodies in the darkness,
Inspired to make love with one another as nature conducts a beautiful symphony,
Just for them it would seem.
There is magic in the rainfall.
It’s waiting there for you.
Are you listening?
Listen with your hands,
Don’t ever forget to find yourself in the space created by
The magic in the rainfall."