It Rained
Splendid is my stupor and superior is my surprise.
Astride the tall grass I am as tall as a mountain. Quick with passion and humble with knowledge, forever tangible and young at heart I have become. These short bursts of emotion are raindrops that fall on me and my mind and my soul and me. Together with experience and ignorance hand in hand teaching the ways of the land. I have to float before I can swim and I have my bought with undercurrents and ripe tides. Still stark naked and joy filling my eyes. It rains and it pours healing new wounds and old sores. Feeling water filling all voids and letting it be a container for love and trust and joy. I hear no thunder nor see the lightning but I know they exist and that they are a force amongst themselves frightening. But I am adrift a kind sea of comfort, respect, peace and enlightening. I am therefor I can.
