~*Sitting in the rain*~
To me the rain feels like tiny little kisses as they fall one by one on the bear skin of my arms and face. Like sweet embraces that seem to leave a scene of compassion as each tiny drop rolls of my skin. Sitting on the forest floor my, asylum. I lift my face looking to the sky and let the rain’s kisses touch my still florid face. It feels so nice and refreshing on my hackneyed body. Just sitting here and letting it wash away all of my worries, all of the exasperation that fills my self. Leaving behind a new Nonchalant, and precocious me. The rain enhances my adulation of my actions today. I can only hope that I was not impetuous with my intrepid approach. Buy yet I can’t help but celebrate in jubilation in the rain, for he said yes!