I love that it rains all the time
Sauntering down the street.
Relaxing on a hammock.
Riding in the back of a truck.
Trillions of little droplets
splashing and exploding all
around me
and on me.
Drenching me.
At first there lingers annoyance.
coverting into total acceptance.
Completely soaked now.
No turning back.
Standing in a puddle --
looking up. Assimilating.
Enjoying.
Listening to
God's natural washing machine.
(Rinse cycle)
The sky-water covering all
completely enveloping.
Tears of joy
Lost in cascading chaos.
Cleansing
my
body
mind
and
SOUL.
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