I walk the rain

It's actually rather cozy in my office right now. I have a big bay window, which not only allows me a panoramic view of the rain, but also the window has a metal roof so I am surrounded by the sound of the rain as well. Kitschy music on RadioBastet, my office only barely lit by an assortment of floor and table lamps--all I would need to be pretty content would for this not to be my workplace.

Cut to 20 minutes later--the rain has slowed, the office is busy, the mood is gone. And I realize that I should have eaten my lunch while I had the chance. So much for the meditative moment.

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This looks familiar, vaguely familiar,
Almost unreal, yet, it's too soon to feel yet.
Close to my soul, and yet so far away.
I'm going to go back there someday.

Sun rises, night falls, sometimes the sky calls.
Is that a song there, and do I belong there?
I've never been there, but I know the way.
I'm going to go back there someday.

Come and go with me, it's more fun to share,
We'll both be completely at home in midair.
We're flyin', not walkin', on featherless wings.
We can hold onto love like invisible strings.

There's not a word yet for old friends who've just met.
Part heaven, part space, or have I found my place?
You can just visit, but I plan to stay.
I'm going to go back there someday.
I'm going to go back there someday.

Oh dear.

Which poem are you? The Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath To you, love is desperate and hateful. You're wildly passionate and wildly inventive. You're also likely to start stalking people.

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