under
darkening skies
and the
gentle patter
of the
rain
i sit
in blissful
silence,
grateful for
the grace
of cooler
breezes;
silvery drops
falling to
earth…
and i
feel giddy
and blithe
wishing to
traipse
and dance
and frolic
sans inhibitions
like the
giddy
rain-mad
girl
i used
to be:
breathing,
drinking
deeply
of life
of love,
caught up
in a
carefree
exhilarating
elemental
magic
all my
own –
eyes bright
lips kissed
by dew
by mist
eldritch energy
surging
through weary
limbs
rejuvenated
reborn
in the
music
of thunder
brilliance
of lightning
child of
the storm
rejoicing.
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