Last night I stood in the rain in my underwear.
I allowed the rain to be.
I didn’t run as a child would, laughing and loving the moment.
I didn’t shake myself and curse the wet weather as my Mother would.
Nor did I hurriedly open an umbrella in a vain effort to hide from it.
No...No...No...I let the rain be.
I stood there with gentle water dripping down my face.
I allowed the water to be.
I didn’t reach for a towel as my Mother always did.
I didn’t shake my head as a young girl might in the shower.
Nor did I quickly wipe the drops from my face with my hands.
No...No...No... I let the water be.
Something happened while I stood there soaking wet.
Some of the rain stopped at my mouth.
It was almost begging me to taste it.
I did not spit it out like an old woman might.
I did not wipe my mouth like young men do and cough.
Nor was I horrified by the rain on my lips.
No...No...No..I tasted it and the glorious rain allowed me to be.
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David Wakeling (
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Becoming one with nature is a wonderful thing. A beautiful poem of joining and being.
Thank you for your insightful comments
Washing away the old to allow the new the space to grow, enjoyed the read
Thank you for commenting
You are very welcome
That's how my mum was baptised.
Wow thank you for sharing that. The rain is pure magic.
Excellent write David
Thank you for reading mi amigo
You're welcome my friend
Be and let be, in organic unity; communion of creation that groans in unison for better days or just to be! The last time I did that was too long ago. Methinks the rage of ‘acid rain’ in the news kinda spoiled it back in the day.
Thanks for your comments compadre
You’re welcome 👍🏻🙏🏻 And thanks for your comments and interaction! 😊
Very good words David, as a preacher once said to skin is waterproof.
Andy
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