🌧 Rain in the Marrow

there is a rain that falls
somewhere
there is a rain in the marrow
between every breath

since before my bones spiraled into being
since before my eyes sparkled with the Milky Way
since before my own mother dwelt in her mother’s salty waters

an ancient downpour falls
since before my grandmother began holding her breath
a rain that keeps falling
vaster than the sky of a lifetime

and yet the birds fly against the wind
guided by the wisdom that beats beneath their wings
they dive with joy, crossing currents of air
far greater than themselves
they paint new seas
and give birth to new lands

they murmur through time
shaping themselves at dawn
and unraveling at dusk
only to take shape again and again

an ancient rain falls
older than the first dew
on the agaves at dawn
and yet each drop spreads
the scent of jasmine
across the damp Earth,
where everything is born again.

—Lorena Wolfman (2021, translation 2025)