{"id":20204,"date":"2022-05-03T18:57:56","date_gmt":"2022-05-03T22:57:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/?p=20204"},"modified":"2022-05-03T18:57:56","modified_gmt":"2022-05-03T22:57:56","slug":"the-poetry-snapshot-touch-of-rain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/2022\/05\/03\/the-poetry-snapshot-touch-of-rain\/","title":{"rendered":"The Poetry Snapshot: Touch of Rain"},"content":{"rendered":"

It grazes,
\nSlowly.
\nThen slower,
\nnever losing touch of my skin.<\/p>\n

When I was younger,
\nI welcomed the rain like a game.
\nI would search for each drop in grey skies
\nand made amends as I watched them fall,
\nas if I was looking out for an old friend.<\/p>\n

\"\"
Curtain Call on State Street<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Like curtain call,
\nthey return for every milestone,
\nto remind me when I have grown.<\/p>\n

Rain falls to celebrate.
\nAnd just like fate,
\nit fell three times over.<\/p>\n

First, when I met an angel.
\nIn the storms of loss,
\nIt poured.
\nEven when I was across oceans and away from home.
\nTo comfort emotions I’ve never felt before.
\nEmbraced and enveloped,
\nprecipitation became a safe haven,
\nAnd I didn’t realize the touch of rain could heal.<\/p>\n

And then, as I slowly fell in love.
\nLove, it makes you forget the rain.
\nBut it keeps falling with me.
\nNature cries to calm the embers
\nof a girl struggling
\nto let her guard down.
\nIt creates a glow that ignites
\nan unexpected bliss.
\nI didn’t realize the touch of rain
\nwould feel like a kiss.<\/p>\n

And finally, when I learned who I was.
\nA lone walk past empty seats,
\nBrought me to this evening.
\nTo a 90 minute soundtrack with greater meaning.
\nIt was a calm before the thunder.
\nI surrendered to my wonder
\nAnd I diverged on my own.
\nI didn’t realize the touch of rain could be powerful alone.
\nSo from now I will walk in the rain like it’s my throne.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

It grazes, Slowly. Then slower, never losing touch of my skin. When I was younger, I welcomed the rain like a game. I would search for each drop in grey skies and made amends as I watched them fall, as if I was looking out for an old friend. Like curtain call, they return for […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2205,"featured_media":13473,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[34,15,1372],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20204"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2205"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20204"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20204\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20206,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20204\/revisions\/20206"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/13473"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20204"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20204"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20204"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}