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  • The ground is fevering with moms doing laundry, singing to kids the sweet calling back home to taste bread and butter with coffee... The rain is coming. Wind comes smelling wetted ground neighbors, revealing richness, good news rescued from a moldy chest of memories.

    When rain comes and everybody are put inside the sealed house, the magic is everybody together showing each one frailty to face the Nature. Hairs undone, clothes defining human shapes, faces without make up, a smile of barely escaping from being almost washed. Maybe the power turns off, and people have the expectations of how long will the candle let last the smelling wax, daydreaming about what would be the future in caves as in the past, lighted by thunderbolts. Sane people laugh!

    Rain catching people in the streets is a bless, a promise of hot cup of tea, a warm bath, a possibility to dance alone the exquisite movements we make trying to feel warm, as inevitable is to be helpless. People and dogs and birds all gathered under marquees, staring at the sky in a communion is such a beauty that Nature brings in her freak.

    The mud will come, maybe a rainbow, the feet will send regards and we notice how gentle we should be with ourselves. The summer coming rain is alchemic strengh to join past and future in actual presence, the happiness of being surrendered by the maggots of a mild Mother that will soon bring up smelling wild flowers and tasteful mushrooms or fresh dandelions... for those who can appreciate each detail of the soon calming steaming soil.

    I've been gaining hope in people when they relax while the rain undress our formalities. We know so much about every person watching how they behave when caught by a sudden rain!

    (Photo by Jaime Batista da Silva)
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