when it rains

Ask for more.

Until the flowers open their insides out and the dirt is

full of puddles.

When it rains in New York

listen to whatever they play

in Mama’s Kitchen.

Don’t carry an umbrella,

or wear sensible shoes.

Let the Holy Spirit remind you

to bring pen nibs

ink to dip

and a small set of watercolors.

When it rains read fiction.

Eat hot food,

lots of it.

ask for more.

doze off throughout the day

and wake up dreaming.

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About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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3 Responses to when it rains

  1. avi frishman says:

    Intimate and wonderful.

  2. leah guaglione says:

    I love the “wake up dreaming” part. Amy, only you could capture the feeling of rain 🙂

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