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



(Pssst: big things are coming. Can you feel it?)