Rainy days are Earth's custom.
Heaven's cry and soak into my skin...
like leaves on the trees around me
I sigh in green gratitude.
Smells permeate the downpour...
a wild refresh. Aromas of
lemongrass, eucalyptus & wood-soaked oak
I breathe in thankyous.
Then, when the softest light emerges
from behind the clouds,
blue skies remind me of what it feels like
to be free.
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 3:47 AM UTC
Rainy days are Earth's custom.
Heaven's cry and soak into my skin...
like leaves on the trees around me
I sigh in green gratitude.
Smells permeate the downpour...
a wild refresh. Aromas of
lemongrass, eucalyptus & wood-soaked oak
I breathe in thankyous.
Then, when the softest light emerges
from behind the clouds,
blue skies remind me of what it feels like
to be free.
