In service of the rain
In service of the rain
The droplets fall hard on my pale face. My wrinkled contours carry the precious cargo earthward. A rushing river, a breathing Riverbed. Full of life. I feel in service of the rain. I can deny it and hide inside. But out here I have a purpose. Helping What I’m a part of. Just like the clouds, Just like the trees, I must do my share. channeling its power and delicate nature. I am connected to all. And all is connected to me.