before_the_rain Borealis I see the moisture building in the clouds overhead building sandcastles, in light and dark, and substance, and non-substance As electricity fills the air and through the atmosphere, a zing rushes Anticipation thrills through my body and the scent of ozone penetrates the places that thrill left untouched Harsh, acidic, and penetrating and my skin is breathing breathing deeply of those things desired from afar taking in those primitive nutrients those of light and dark and wet and dry cool and warm and stark and soothing breathing with the rhythms of the earth, and of the empty space surrounding her the winds answer to a primordial call dance dance with me show me where to turn and how to step flow over the rocks, and take up into yourself the dust from them rustle the leaves and disturb the surface of the water the ground heaves its breast in its anguish it needs the rain..it wants the rain..it would give anything for him..right now its coming..still coming.. rolling in over the dunes in a twisting, convoluting mass the beast approaches the dust and grit of the present to pour down her parched throat, spilling over the cracked lips and stretched skin giving her what she needed that which she begged for... still waiting living for the moment when he arrives and a single blade of grass quivers in an oncoming wind 040428 ... pete . 040503 ... nomme i especially enjoyed the last eleven words of this 040503 what's it to you? who go blather from