Rain

My_Florida Season 1-157

originally written 12-27-2010

A drop turned into a flow in thee.

As pain now equated ecstasy.

Movement slowed to a rhythmic beat.

Nerves feeling tense but oddly free.

The Body wondering how could this be.

Intrigued by what was inside of me.

Becoming one was unforeseen.

Panting, wiping, sweating fluidly.

Joy only comes from release.

A puddle, mess, or a couple of leaks.

Now, but forgotten only in speak.

Let go

Y.Woods

✈️Culturally Fly since… I would like to believe that I am first and foremost a Creator, writer, photographer & frankly a Purveyor of all things perspective. I am Passionate about my passions, one of them being Travel. Sporadic wisdom peddler. I am One of One and that’s not a lie.

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