Rain You Much by “Diane”

Rain You Much by “Diane”

I am the river.

When the rain falls on him, the mountain, the river flows, and
I etch glorious river valleys and canyons, but he doesn’t always know I’m flowing, and

sometimes I think he reads my meandering thought carved into his soul;
oh please, let the mountain come to me
and let it grow into life as if not everything is made of stone

and I can climb him because
he is not a mountain, but
a puppy dog.

— Douglas Gilbert

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2 thoughts on “Rain You Much by “Diane”

  1. I love this one too…you are on a roll today, all kinds of beautiful words. I really loved this: “let it grow into life as if not everything is made of stone”. And the puppy dog at the ending made me smile…

    1. Thanks. I really had a great time with this and I’m so happy that you felt the same way. Sometimes I feel like scampering and running wild, and I want to feel everything that I would love…

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