Yes, the air is electric.
There is wind and there is rain,
But the rain is gentle, like an outdoor shower
on a tropical island,
And the wind is reviving, it caresses the skin,
Awakes, restores, renews.
Do not run for shelter
or cower inside
Awaiting the return of comfortable and calm.
Look up, embrace the cloudbursts,
Feel it, feel everything, take it, drink it in.
Find me.
I am waiting for you,
Laughing, dancing, underneath the trees.
I want to share the opening skies.
We have both been waiting
And this is not a storm.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
Yes, the air is electric.
There is wind and there is rain,
But the rain is gentle, like an outdoor shower
on a tropical island,
And the wind is reviving, it caresses the skin,
Awakes, restores, renews.
Do not run for shelter
or cower inside
Awaiting the return of comfortable and calm.
Look up, embrace the cloudbursts,
Feel it, feel everything, take it, drink it in.
Find me.
I am waiting for you,
Laughing, dancing, underneath the trees.
I want to share the opening skies.
We have both been waiting
And this is not a storm.
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