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They say if you want
the things you love
you’ll need to endure
headfuls of rain

Soaked down squeaky
clean your umbrella
turned upside

Sing it with me
if you know the tune
Did they promise you copper tiding?

Come play with me
under covers pretend
we are lost at sea
or beneath an avalanche

Or simply
not here
now

Into the wind blowing through the window
open at the head of the bed
we emerge to kiss in cool drizzle

How magnificent the curves of your shadow
thrown on the wall for a moment
in an arc of lighting

All blessings, like pennies
come from heaven

We make love to the lack
of rhythm of raindrops
that fall around
through fine ceiling cracks

Both atop and under
the blankets

So yes
twice

It takes days
but the room
finally dries

© Chagall 2013