Breathe Akasha
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 @ 05:32am
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Burning fire in the rain
Upon waking from a nap after work, I was surprised to see that a warm, sunny day had been overtaken by an unforeseen rainstorm. It was cool and comforting...life giving. I've been in such a distant haze as of late. It reminded me of the days when I was 18-19 and working for that dingy little convenience store. Life was tumultuous and confusing. I've always loved the rain and will sometimes step out into it to feel its comfort and cleansing. If it was slow during a day shift and the rain was good, I'd step outside with a lit clove cigarette, sheltered by one hand. I couldn't force myself to smoke one of those tiny brown cigarettes now if I wanted to...but it was an indescribable feeling. I would stand out there until I was absolutely soaked, burning fire in the rain. It was strangely life-giving. Even still, without the clove, I will sometimes step into the rain and stand until I'm soaked. Even if just for a short while, it washes all the bad away and I can breathe again.
And so the cool-wet falls,
and I am burning
fire in the rain.
Sleepy thoughts
awaken
to singing puddles
as life falls from the sky
and soaks into my body.
Though standing still,
inside I am dancing
on droplets of newborn thought
as the rain washes
my mud-caked woes away.
And my little fire still burns safely. 
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