Water is a living thing that I bonded to/with long ago. Rain is water that comes to me. It's totaly free and yet it has only one path. Its cleansing, life giving, disturbing, like hail it clears the way for something new. it can caress me, sting me, drown me, or buoy me up . It is energy in liquid form. If I stand at the water's edge, the waves crest and reach up to meet me. They always have, like water sprites trying to splash me. If I stand out in the rain, I let myself go and they bless me with their full caress. It is ancient and it is tomorrow, it will never die.
Now in the water's storm, cloud to ground lightening burning my retinas. Visibility is lousy, thunder is raging somewhere in Mississippi. The very air is electric. I'm torn between concern and demand, writhe and regret.
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