Chimacum Rain - Linda Perhacs

And it rains here

Everyday since I came,

and the linen covers rocks

And the green finds everything

Chimacum rain…

In the soar of leaves

And needle tufts and form,

in the grasses and the reeds,

and the spilling over stones

Chimacum rain…

I’m spacing out, I’m seeing silence between leaves,

I’m seeing down, I’m seeing silence that are his

He belongs here, can’t have him

He belongs here, can’t know him

He belongs here

It kinda gets inside you,

the silences I mean

They kinda wrap around you,

and loosen everything

Chimacum rain…