
Open field of wild flowers.
Rain pouring down in sheets.
Big, full drops.
Arms outstretched.
Head thrown back.
Eyes closed.
Laughter escaping.
Twirling.
Twirling.
Clothes soaked through.
Hair dripping.
Feet bare.
Can you feel it?
Can you experience it?
Are you soaked?
Completely.
Grace like rain.
All over.
All around.
Through and through.
I never want to be dry again.

2 comments:
Trés bella, my sister!
Do not neglect the gift that is in you.
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