Poem: Rain After Dark on August 26th

What is that sound?
a pattering?
a petting?
That hands of Poseidon
have dissolved into tiny dreamwork evaporates
held high hovering for a while
to pull our aspirations upward
and after summer’s long sun lashing heat,
descend in millions
to soothe us now like tickling fingers
rushing back to Gaia
— and with aroma
Oh, that scent!
I love that smell
I love the smell of rain
essential oil of cloud
squeezed and squeezed
into body therapy
for the nostrils thirsty dry
a caress from the long arm of our Ocean Lover,
land and sea rejoined again in ecstasy.

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About Kannon McAfee

Poet, healer, professional astrologer. I'm dedicated to advancing the science and art of astrology. My specialty is birth chart interpretation and rectification (for those with questionable charts or missing birth times). My focus is on helping people meet their purpose in life while understanding their options within that.
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