Standing in the pouring rain
Tasting clouds on my lips
All of it running down my back deep into the roots of trees and cucumber plants and tea parties for earth worms
Hope and resilience soaking through my shirt
Hair sopping with the promise of awakening
I have opened my arms wide, wider, to my Truth
That golden thread of Knowing
That feeling
Pouring down
Alive
(Pssst: big things are coming. Can you feel it?)