Healing Rain

The rain is drenching the Earth.  Settled dust from the season past is rolling across the still warm pavement from the heat of last week, and the week before.  It's a necessary cooling, a necessary catharsis.

The clouds have been holding the rain; taunting us with it, the smell lingering in the air like an omen.  The winds have blown, whipped us even, until we wrapped ourselves in protection, waiting for the storm.  And here it is, in all it's calm exasperation.

The Earth... and myself, have been in a state of waiting.  I have been patiently on stand by for this.  Last night, the rains came.  The Earth opened up it's hands to the heavens and soaked it in.  It's healing the cracks, it's hydrating the lifelessness in the thirsty flowers.  It's dowsing the slow burn that's been stripping us down to a state of raw beginning.  

I thirst for this life and this newness... this opportunity to start fresh and move into a new season.  The dust has been settled from it's torture.  Drink in the rarefaction.  Let it purify your soul, and be true to yourself. 

It's time to heal.