Sunday, October 16, 2016
A Soft Drizzle
Sitting silently, listening to the soft sounds of summer rain cleansing my tension and washing away all the pain. The dripping drops a delightful dew not meant to wait for morn. Breathing breath brings bits of insight--sensations like a child being born.
Eyes are open and then they close, sitting firmly upon the earth in my pyramid-like pose. The grass so green my heart can hardly handle its soft swaying upon the ground. If ever there was a perfect moment, surely it has been found.
When rain hits my spine, it never really trickles down a direct or single line. It blankets my body with chills that energizes the rain to steam. With such a saturated appearance, there is only glow and gleam. It is in this moment that I realize my place in time. All that's left for me to do is finally finish this rhyme.