Inspiration

January 12, 2020

Standing in the rain

under a slate grey sky,

grass tickling the bottoms

of bare feet,

Arms spread wide

to embrace it all

as the wind howls

and the trees sigh.

Thunder roars and

I laugh -

Here, in the rain,

I feel ready to take on the world.

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