When it rains… does it pour?
Is it long awaited, or wished away?
When it comes down… do you go with it?
Flow with it and see what you find.
As it dampens the atmosphere, let it not dampen the bones.
Soaking into all it falls on… traveling through the leaves, moss, flowers, roots, and soul.
From barren dirt and desert to rich soil – magic lives here.
Does the expansion not ache with existential uncertainty?
A blurring veil on the horizon, mistaken for impurity, forget not it’s clarifying intent.
Swelling beyond individual barriers, like the spring creek, effortlessly fighting stagnation.
Like the heart with pure joy that only comes from the deepest and most natural nourishment.
To feel deeply all the emotions of the earth.
To reap such beauty in exchange.
When it rains… the privilege is all ours.
– Laura
