The rain hits my window
with a perfect rhythmic pulse,
following the rhythm of my heart.
It draws me past my door
out into the open air
where I am free.
My bare feet become covered in water
and soil as I circle around, hands in the air,
eyes towards the heavens, crying for joy.
My hair sticks to my face,
my clothes are drenched with water,
sweet water.
A feeling of peace shutters over my body
as the healing power of rain
starts its work.
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