Wild Rain

The wild rain falls heavily and I am in love.

I’ve never fully understood for sure what it is about watching the rain quench the thirsty Earth that soothes my soul. But it comforts me and I am grateful. It makes me feel like a fisherman’s wife watching her love return from sea.

Perhaps the rain breathes remnants of forgotten times. Or something in shadows of my psyche connects deeply with the feminine nature of water and sees a symbolic reminder of the return of the Goddess each time the rains fall to the Earth.

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