downpour and cherries
Added 2025-06-08 12:46:22 +0000 UTCno one controls Nature i thought gleefully as the rain poured suddenly down and a shirtless man met my eye and we giggled and another person under an umbrella shrugged and grinned and i stopped. and became drenched in order to take in the velvet-y soaked pink flowers and i felt the inner fire and the sun came, everything wet and illumined. the flow seemed to stop but droplets remained falling from the still trees moving trees and they looked like a thousand diamonds and everything was still. i stood outside the grocery store very wet and contemplated whether it was possible to go in. a worker came out, smiled and said i’ll get the paper towels. he gave them to me but we gazed at eachother for a moment too long and i worried we would fall in love so i looked away and mumbled thanks. i dried off alone and bought cherries. they were particularly cold, especially red so i ate them all the way home in the mist, and the sweetness filled all the way to the root of the tongue. the root is that you keep trying to make things more beautiful than they are. stop that. things are already more beautiful than they are. or don’t stop. that’s good. spit out the pits defiantly, be soaked by the Waters, notice the translucent wild horse, or flash of lightning, everything pulsating all around and inside, as well
