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“Rain Soft rain, summer rain Whispers from bushes, whispers from trees. Oh, how lovely and full of blessing To dream and be satisfied. I was so long in the outer brightness, I am not used to this upheaval: Being at home in my own soul, Never to be led elsewhere. I want nothing, I long for nothing, I hum gently the sounds of childhood, And I reach home astounded In the warm beauty of dreams. Heart, how torn you are, How blessed to plow down blindly, To think nothing, to know nothing, Only to breathe, only to feel.”

“Rain was coming down in sheets. I could hear it, on the concrete outside and on the old building above me. It creaked and swayed in the spring thunderstorm and the wind, timbers gently flexing, wise enough with age to give a little, rather than put up stubborn resistance until they broke. I could probably stand to learn something from that.”

“Rainborough wished that there was some way of becoming intimate with a woman which did not involve these agonizing moments of irrevocable decision. It was like hunting fish with an underwater gun, a sport which he had once been foolish enough to try. At one moment there is the fish—graceful, mysterious, desirable and free—and the next moment there is nothing but struggling and blood and confusion.”

“Rainbow Days by Stewart Stafford They make us live in monochrome, Autoerotic under a mirrored dome, Regurgitating back this non-entity, Inside I scream it's the death of me. In between bouts of colon screening, Rainbow days in a third eye's gleaming, Silence a throbbing executioner's drum, Brass muffling the demagogue's hum. Shattered manacles I'm going to see, As I'm leaving this world for infinity, Christen horror hurricanes after me, On submerged planet earth, Terra-Firma-On-Sea. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved”

“Rainbows are birthed in storms, not in sunshine.”

“Rainbows earn their brightest colors in the storm.”

“Raindrops are beating, a large puddle is forming, there on the balcony. It all floats in Emptiness, in purest Transparency, with no one here to watch it. If there is an I, it is all that is arising, right now and right now and right now. My lungs are the sky; those mountains are my teeth; the clouds are my skin; the thunder is my heart beating time to the timeless; the rain itself, the tears of our collective estate, here where nothing is really happening.”