it takes some rain

there are joyful seeds
planted
before the rain.

 

and I sit
in wonder
of joy

 

while all I can do
is smell the storm.

 

I understand
rain feeds growth

 

But,
I cannot find the place
in me that
knows this.

 

I struggle to know.

 

And,
I know
that if I would only
cease the struggle,
the knowing would follow.

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