The Rain

I went for a long walk this morning in the rain. I enjoy fall rain, it is nourishing. I wore clothes I could get wet in and I sloshed through puddles as I walked.

Feeling the rain slashing down on me and running in rivulets over my body is soothing to my soul. I imagine I am of the earth and need the rain as the goddess does.

At home again I walk through my house to the backyard and strip off my wet clothing. Naked I wander through my yard, grass soaking wet under my feet, earth squishing in between my toes. My hands caressing the leaves and trees and ferns. I am blessed to be able to embrace nature in my back yard in the rain.

I lean my back to the birch tree, the bark smooth against my bare skin and turn my face to the sky. Thank you for the rain today, the drops wash my face and my tears mingle. I shudder and sigh softly, opening my mouth to feel the cold wet drips on my tongue.

I am not sad just a bit tired of having to hide who I am from the people I love the most. My tears are out of minor frustration, and out of longing for freedom from self restraint. I have freedom in many forms, but that one area I will never be free of.

I turn and embrace my tree, I will miss this tree when I move. Pressing my cheek to the bark and knowing we will only have one more moonlit night together, and when we do he will sleep while I dance.

I go inside, pick up my wet clothes and climb into a hot shower.