It had been 70 dry days here. No rain. Very few clouds. But this evening outside WorkPlay – B’ham Al, we could feel her heading our way. I wrote this sitting outside in the weather. It was interesting to me how the metaphors merged. I think I began to understand the ancient links between the weather and fertility in a more subtle way.
Rain Dance
She approaches
Out of the West She comes
Hot and cold interplay, creating currents
I catch Her scent and breathe Her into me
Cause She’s Windy baby, and She’s so fine
She moves me
I feel her on my skin
She drips Her moisture onto me, teasing me awake
God I’m dry, I need Her waters
She dampens the leaves, the petals are wet
She rumbles and flashes, revealing Her soul to me
Come shower yourself onto me, quench my aching thirst
The wild tumult rages
Twisting, turning, exquisite yearning
The sounds of Her coming approaches
She longs to spill Herself, give Herself away
She is come now and I alive ride on Her storm
Cause She’s windy baby and She’s so fine
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7 responses to “Rain Dance”
Just wanted to say, I always enjoy your work and I wish you and yours a very Happy Christmas and every good wish for 2017.
Thank you darlin’. Merry Christmas
Whew! Wiping my brow and fanning my face lol This one was too grown for me 😉 Very enjoyable my friend.
🙂 I had not intended it to be the way it turned out. It just kinda happened and seemed to fit
Damn, son! You were on a hot roll that night, weren’t ya! 😉
It is nice when it finally rains
Haven’t listened yet, but could you send a bit of that over to Tennessee like ASAP??? You know, whenever you write about the Wind this way it reminds me of Pocahontas… 🙂 NOW I’ll go listen. 😀