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 burned in a way cold water does on hot skin.
It came from air.
I had stopped,
It said go.