The power of rain

How gently it falls, washing the leaves.

The sound and the sight, a comfort.

How easily it purges the stress from my body, my soul.

This passing summer shower, sowing it’s peaceful song.

Sweeping across the landscape, it spreads life.

How easily it has found the space, where I can draw from it’s calming effect.

I could walk naked in it’s curtain of water, gaining a connection to it’s power, it’s message.

It’s message, that all is good, that I have you in my embrace.

As it washes away all the useless baggage that I’ve accumulated. That I was previously unable to release on my own.

Such is it’s power, it’s comfort.