182: Deep Time

The rain knocks on the window like tiny hands

tappat pattap tappat

drawing you onto the windowsill to watch it trickle

down along the glass and cheer

for the racing droplets

until you open the window (just a smidge)

and stick your palm out to feel

them playfully splash against your skin, dripping

from your fingertips onto the lawn below

and you giggle at their shimmering sheen

like pearlescent marbles coated in fairy dust

so you push the window until you can tumble out

onto the wet lawn and feel the droplets prickle

your face and your palms and pull your hair

down into the mud and the grass grows

and grows and hugs you welcome

and the tiny hands pat your head and shoulders welcome

and

tappat

pattap

tappat

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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