Rainsticks and Drums Native Chants and Pagan Dreams, remastered

Amazon mist and rainy mornings green as the day God made them dropping from a moist sky full of even grays and sheltering light peaceful music playing from the spheres of a dense forest dream we are all little humans in a big big giant cave, .... the rain Pitter patter drops on thirsty tree in a world that is evened once again sheets of rain fall from my window and I click click click and glean a slow memory of old, photographs of mom and dad inside the garden we were small and happily drinking in the scene .... the rain A Sentinel watches from a soldiering evergreen, I lived there before the white washed walls of peace and the age old chanterelle dance as raindrops settle in my soul, I compose a poem about the downpour. Petrichor scents permeate my living space as I listen to ... the rain Rainsticks and drums Native chants and Pagan dreams of old, I remember, Lady Gianne and her healing chants, how she lifted her face to the winds. "Heal me now and make me whole" * " Bring peace and love forevermore" As nature creates pathways to equity, the rain loves US, again and again and again. .... the rain.