but will the rain stay away?

[incandescens]

A fairly quiet day with some plain getting down to work. The rain seems to have eased off -- in my immediate vicinity, at least -- and we even had a brief moment of sun. (Cue for much pointing at window and funny jokes about "what's that?" "No idea, never seen it before...")

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Sonnet XVII: Love

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

-- Pablo Neruda