a time of cleansing and renewal as the old is washed away and the new, thirsty for change, grows and flourishes.
a new day. a new start. melting.
a time to dance and a time to cry.
a soothing sound, lulling me to
sleep yet awakening me with a crash, a flash. an idea, a vision.
I have lived
under gray skies waiting for the rain to fall for too long. I need to stop
staring at the sky and start preparing the fields. heck, I’m gonna do the rain
dance. I may not see a rainbow anytime soon, but I’m at least going to feel the
rain. gliding down my skin. a drop on the tongue. splashing through puddles.
feet in the gutter. toes crush grass and goosh. it’s time to get real.
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