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| Thursday, April 06, 2006 |
| Raindrops keep fallin' on my head |
"Boy that rain's comin'' down real hard, and the winds just a-blowin''! Its dancin'' a dance out there on the road... Well, everywhere, I guess," He says as I melt the bitter baker's chocolate.
The sun moves to the edge of the clouds-peaking about to watch the raindrops dance.
They glisten on the branches of trees, clinging to leaves and pink blossoms, ''til they grow heavy and can no longer hold.
Fall Fall Fall Wee Raindrop!
There's an oily rainbow on the asphalt, the air smells of sweet sage, clean, wet, desert.
There are construction workers bent under the storm.
Their yellow parkas shine with precipitation.
I bring them hot cocoa.
They're grateful.
I lean back, my own cup of guilty chocolate pleasure steaming in my hands.
I watch them work awhile, inhaling the scent of rain steaming off hot tar, engine grease, and earth.
When I feel I am properly soaked, chilled to the bone, I head back.
The cocoa long gone, the workers pre-occupied.
I smile to myself, singing aloud, "Raindrops keep fallin'' on my head!" |
posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 6:32 PM  |
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