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Comment by Vee Herrera Michrina on May 11, 2012 at 4:21am

I am grieving! it's hard like the rain, soft like the rain, natural like the rain, can drown me like the rain, can cool me like the rain, can refresh me like the rain. 

I can feel each drop as it falls helplessly from the sky, only to recycle again.

I can kiss the rain(I can embrace the process and feel it fully at my most vulnerable place)

I am focusing on the "still pools" where we can reflect the "stills" the photos in our mind.

"The rain makes running pools in the gutter" it gathers there, it is the very gut of me..I am like a gutter; I am letting it run and gather. I cannot let it run out fast enough, it is raining as it wills. 

Even if the song plays softly as I fall asleep, I somehow the "loving the rain" is appeciating the grief --as it tells me I Loved with great letting go and great loss.

this is the deepest hole and I see the light at the top, but the weight pulls me down and I know the rain will slowly come to a slow sprinkle. IT dries up, but it always returns.

A beautiful poem