22:xx pm

“Thunder nags causing the earth to shiver.
Toes tingling, feet pulsating, circuits of exhilaration surge throughout the legs. You hasten out to the heavens praying- not by words but through joy:
worship in the form of hope
devotion depicted by high spirits.
Above, the electric sky leaks tucked giftlets of Compassion. Let it rain.”
~ zaheedah
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23:57 pm

and it’s raining.

I step out the wooden sliding door – nostrils overwhelmed by the aroma of H2O particles inevitably absorbed by soil. Yet my brain races not to the nature of creation but the purpose of creation. See rain – think Mercy

Palms raised open, vulnerably exposed to the elements of submission

I wait…