Wet water, clear skies

Who enjoys the sun as much as the tempest,
Reaps all the blessings of life.

I sat, and just sat, I was doing well, being.
A rain drop met me,
On my hand,
The skies were clearer than my mind.

The rain drop was visceral,
I felt its touch,
It’s weight.
It burned in a way cold water does on hot skin.
It came from air.

I had stopped,
It said go.

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