Let It Pour

I love the smell of wet earth. Musty, and thick, and you can almost taste life on your tongue. That newly reborn scent... of things coming alive and growing and taking root. It makes me feel primitive and raw. I feel connected to Mother Earth in a way that I never feel on sunny days. Almost like I could squish my toes in the mud and sink deeply into her arms, let her claim me and be one with the Universe. Or to lay down and let the skies coat my skin till I'm slick from it all, from the pounding, caressing, massaging rain.

Forget the sunshine, just for today, let it pour.