Do you ever listen to the rain? The staccato sound - like heartbeats life beats, afters...
The feel of it - each a touch and as rivulets form and they FLOW...
Each a breath seeping into and dissolving adding me to its existence to a new level of being...
Drifting with - so sensual... the sheer smooth and utterly filling knowing all the wishing wanting and every WHERE that needed touching flow of you with ... me.
i too love the rain, the sound, the feel, the rhythm of the drops...how it refreshes...a lot like love...that touches everywhere that wants or needs touching.
I feel humbled by nature's sighs and tears, her flushes and chills, they all create an expanse within us, a chance to weave ourselves through the ribbons often not seen or felt as they brush across the cheek and hand so readily held out to feel. We are often submerged and never see the clarity when we are - soaked and quenched...beautiful xx
You whet my imagination with these well chosen words... filled with sensuality, the softness, and the soothe is enrapturing. Poet, I am thoroughly showered.
It's funny I had a spare few minutes and stopped into read a bit, hoping to catch up somewhat.
I stopped in and found this, and was thinking somewhere around the same things, as it is raining here today and was lying on the couch listening to the rain every little drop, like every little heart beat. When you close your eyes the rain beats can be so soft and so sensual at times.
What a lovely write Chris, I too love the rain
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