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rain is a perfectly sculpted garden of wetness

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day after day after day after day of gloomy skies and depressing coldness, but a lovely flowering tree, which i sometimes call my tree, visible through my bedroom window. a petalscattered yard, the pinkness accentuated in the chilled air of questionable spring.

i first started paying attention to that tree and seeing some signs of life in this once-deadening room of mine that i've occupied for so many years last spring, which was as much a rebirth of my life itself as it was for sweet nature that gets its due every year. the subject of a year ago has been on my mind a lot lately-- blossoming consciousness, life's too good, cavalier poetry, snowflakes, wscs, the miracle if the telephone, and all the rest.

transcendence, unity: i trust you with the world.

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so this is home life once again, and this is the persistent rainstorm. i hear flooding is likely. the ever-progressing series of hour-by-hour forecast captions online show an advance from showers to rain to heavy rain through the upcoming evening hours. i don't mind it so much: flooding won't have any effect on this house on a hill. i only wish it were a bit warmer. not necessarily warm, just not cold. i want to listen to the rain later tonight when i'll be up late. i'll move down to the kitchen and maybe open the door despite the cold: pitter-patter meets the ear while only a thick aquatic dark meets the eye.

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