Sitting by the window
in our little cottage
of a house,
just minutes from the
heart of Music City...
Dark clouds roll in,
giving relief from the
scorching
Summer sun...
A flash of light
fills my peripheral vision,
and seconds later
thunder booms,
rattling the
window panes...
Slowly, droplets begin
to appear on the glass
as I look out
into the distance,
farther than what
my eyes are
seeing...
Another burst of thunder
snaps me back
to the little tin table
where I sit...
It is raining steadily
now...
Leaving my shoes behind,
I slip out our
back door
and walk
to the middle of
our vast yard...
I turn my face
towards the heavens
and let the rain
wash over me...
I begin to twirl
around,
around & around,
faster & faster,
building momentum
with the rain...
I come to a stop
and stumble around,
waiting for my head
to acknowledge
the cessation
of motion...
Again I look up
at the sky,
the rain falling
in my eyes
forcing me to blink...
the sound of
thunder & trains'
whistles
blend in perfect
harmony with
the sound of the rain
washing over
the foilage
surrounding me...
I can always count
on the rain
to clear my head
& to give me
a sense of
renewal.
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