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 enjoyed the philosophy of this poem. The sensation of the sounds, and the unfelt-feeling of the rain falling. You have sunk me in. Now, I lay and think of days of old laying in the floor during a rain storm. The rain falling on the gutters of the house, the window fans buzzing, the wind blowing in from the cracks of the walls. I thank you for posting, and thank you even more for writing this.
there's a difference between city rain, country rain, and deep forest rain. I've experienced all three and prefer forest rain. It's quiet, gentle, refreshing. Forest rain is a natural feeling, not like the resistant, combative city rain or the rinsing,drenching country rain.
Kissing in the veil of forest rain makes you one with the elemental essences around you.
I do...and I do too...love the rain , even more now that you have explained it all for me...thanks for the gift...
stunning is your view and tender all in one...
"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so.
"Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020
I'm back and working on. I've been.. more..