A Rain From A While Back

Why does it rain.

All the elements come together in the most sacred way to produce this water, to produce this rain.

Every drop holds the power of the universe, the power of the divine.

It’s magick in its purest form.

It’s sacred union between land and sky.

It puddles. It pools. It overflows.

Everything gets drenched.

There’s no escaping it, nor is there a reason to want to escape.

Let it come. Let it be. Let it wash over you.

Let it rain.

Connection is forced. But in a good way.

There’s life here. In every drop. So profound.

Where there is water there is life.

Ahh such beauty. It fills the soul.

Breathe it in.

Let it consume you.

Surrender. Resist no further.

Trust that it will be ok.

Because it will.

It will be ok.

Water from the universe.

So divine so powerful.

Every step taken gives a sign.

Keep going.

Keep moving forward.

There is life here.

There is love here.

On such a deep level.

It’s here. Believe. Trust. Feel. See.

Everything comes from water.

Maybe everything comes back to water too.

I look around… you came from water. And you. and you. And you. And me.

All the same.

WATER.