Rain
People scurry around the sidewalks, like flies making their busy eternal circuit around a room. But I drift, indulgent of the wet air.
The darkened sky heralds the downpour of tears from the heavens. But I exalt myself in the blessing of the skies.
The holy water of the heavens pours itself upon the dry earth. Soil turns from cracked, to whole once more, even for a time as brief as the human experience.
My soul mends once more, and my senses experience wave upon wave of euphoria. With reckless abandon, I run forth into the downpour. I don't care if I get a cold for the warmth it will bring to me. I don't care if I get wet, if my mind can be cleared for only a moment.
The squelching sound of water against the soles of my shoes bring an adolescent joy to my soul. The soft taps of drops of water against my bare skin stir a fire in my heart that hadn't been lit in months.
I find myself unconsciously looking up, spinning around, as if nothing else ever mattered. Almost as if all the pain in my life, all the spears that life has lodged in my back, was removed.
Even fate, with its cruel sense of humor, looks up to the skies to witness this chance event.
The holy water of the heavens pours itself upon the dry earth. Soil turns from cracked, to whole once more, even for a time as brief as the human experience.
My soul mends once more, and my senses experience wave upon wave of euphoria. With reckless abandon, I run forth into the downpour. I don't care if I get a cold for the warmth it will bring to me. I don't care if I get wet, if my mind can be cleared for only a moment.
The squelching sound of water against the soles of my shoes bring an adolescent joy to my soul. The soft taps of drops of water against my bare skin stir a fire in my heart that hadn't been lit in months.
I find myself unconsciously looking up, spinning around, as if nothing else ever mattered. Almost as if all the pain in my life, all the spears that life has lodged in my back, was removed.
Even fate, with its cruel sense of humor, looks up to the skies to witness this chance event.
Invited to this holy matrimony of wind, water, and sky, I view this glorious marriage, and the ichor of life gushing from the heavens brings life to not only the plants around me, but brings to me vitality and joy.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre,
I cannot hear the screams of my pain,
Things come together, the center is me,
The sunlit tide is loosed, and everywhere
The drudgery of dullness is drowned,
The saddest gain conviction, while the happiest
Are full of irrational happiness.
Damn, I love the rain.
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