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Mary O’Connor
RAIN AT A DISTANCE
Rain comes without subterfuge or apology, an in-your-face event, immediate, erasing all previous thoughts
and plans. You deal with it.
That’s a cloud relieved of burden. That’s rain on you.
But rain at a distance is
magic, a gauze curtain
shifting this way and that
falling neither up nor down
but floating between earth and air, numinous, bringing blessing from a brooding mass of cloud. At a distance you can see, if you halt,
rain’s translucent grace.
It slows you
to wait, faithful as
your windscreen wipers’ fallible apprentice,
at the verge of an epiphany.
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