Cold droplets on my skin
Washing me clean of the world
Worry and fear rolling down
Dripping from me
Into puddles of memory
That pools at my feet
My face turned to the sky
Welcoming the cleansing sky
Clearing my mind of doubt
It cascades down my back
And then it is gone
Bathed in the open air
Feeling both old
And at the same instant
Brand new in every way
The breath drawing in
The smell of the storm
Lingers in the atmosphere
And in this moment
I am suddenly so free
And suddenly so small
Yet I am everywhere
The drizzle falling across my hands
And I give myself to it freely
As it gives itself freely to me
We meet in an impossible embrace
I hold the storm
And the storm holds me
