“How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on”~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery
This morning’s contribution to the Daily Prompt: Singin’ in the Rain.
Soak It Up
In the tortoise shell-like dome, we lay low to the earth and sweat our prayers.
Steam rises from the rocks that hiss and sing. High pitched, sizzles respond to humble requests.
Outside this sweat lodge, trees eavesdrop in leaves that droop in dusty film.
Please may it rain.
May the earth be able to soak up the showers with full absorbency.
May the Bohemian’s parents have a smooth and easy passage in their journey from Czech to here.
Thank you.
Next day, Baggage Claim. The Bohemian stands with his mother and father, draping them in plumeria leis in the open-air terminal.
Clouds crack and a deluge fully falls.
Their eyes grow big, concerned.
The Bohemian assures them. “Don’t worry. It will do that for ten minutes and then just pass.”
Hawaiians say rains mean a blessing.
We are showered in answered prayers.
In the swirl of the pre-wedding current, I remind myself to soak it up.
Let each precious drop – these fleeting moments – permeate with full absorbency.
Talk About the Weather
It’s not that there’s nothing to say. It’s just that anything worth sharing is still bubbling about inside my creative well.
In the interim, there’s the standard, go-to: weather.
That inescapable presence we all share in common, no matter our race or creed.
It’s a humbling force, one that here on Kauai has been heavy-handed as of late. Hot, steamy and sticky. 75% humidity. No wind.
So this morning, no poetry. Just a hankering for some precipitation. A photo found from the summer to remind me when the skies opened to bless us in a shower.
Today, art turns to the weather. A respectful request. My version of a rain dance.
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