March Fourth

Today it rained
and the ground was awash with mud and slop
yet my spirit was not put down.

The rain smelled sweet
clean and new like a spring rain should with huge drops
that tapped me on my face and head like  a childs fingers.

As the rain fell
I tilted my lips up as it came down kissing gently off me
I won’t move till I’m soaked to the bone.

I love the rainwater
the feel as is sinks deep into my flesh moving and churning
it flows into  me like a life line.

 

Catt