Rain – Hone Tuwhare
I can hear you making
small holes in the silence
rain
If I were deaf
the pores of my skin
would open to you
and shut
And I should know you
by the lick of you
if I were blind:
the steady drum-roll
sound you make
when the wind drops
the something
special smell of you
when the sun cakes
the ground
But if I should not
hear
smell or feel or see you
You would still
define me
disperse me
wash over me
rain
This is one of my all time favourite poems (its especially good sung by Don McGlashan on the album Tuwhare).
it comes to mind right now as a prayer for the all the trees we planted in the spring.
As much as I’m enjoying this incredible summer weather – they’re dying for a drink!
for more info about our national treasure Hone Tuwhare click here:
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hone_Tuwhare
..and its raining! the power of Hone lives on.
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