A loud thunderstorm and a soft translucent rain.
Comparable to good loving.
A deep warm hug.
A tender kiss
A delicious meal.
Soft rain stirs my soul deeply into ustulation.
Washing away my continuous growth of nemesism; from past and present days.
I feel like rain is a sign from God that we need to mindfully redintegrate our souls.
In one sentence the rain dirls my heart, mind, and soul.
I wonder if anyone else feels this way about the rain.
Please tell me you do?
That you experience theses ineffable feelings when the sky cries.
Either 1,2, 3, or 4 moods bewitch me.
- A deep euphoric sleep.
- Rapturous energy serges; fixing all melancholy in my eyes before the thunderstorm. Reminding me that my time is short and to be happy I have breath in my lungs. No matter my frustrations the rain renews my joy. It signals an unspoken promise that’s etched across my heart. ( Have joy in the midst of this worlds sorrow!)
- Equanimity; a yearning to stop all things and meditate.
Seek out calmness. Composure, of breath and watch the rain fall down my windows as I drive. Upon my skin, starting with the palms of my hands. Praying to be cleansed, as I reach out and over my porch.
4. A deep mourning. I cry for No other reason than to let out emotions sometimes. Can’t pinpoint it to anger or frustration. The rain just calls me to cry and both sing sometimes. I don’t know if I’m crying for lost souls or for my soon to come frustration once the rain stops. But I can say it’s from the heart, slow and one by one. As if the result of each and every thought I hold dear.
Hopefully, it’s not just me, although me and rain we go way back.
We will always share our amaranthine Love.
Even in death, I’ll welcome it to my corpse.
Fall on my grave top, seep and penetrate my tomb.
Oh, how I love rain.
And he loves me too.
Diligently and sweet…
Through heartache and grief…
Rain sweeps me off of my feet.