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  • Writer's pictureby Essence Diaries

First Rain

A storm is coming
I feel it on my skin
I see it in the snakes
Of the electric sky.

I hear the first drops
That quell the storm inside
A storm of thoughts and fears
About things that rise and die.

The North Wind is blowing
Bringing freshness and change

A space inside me opens

I don't even have to try.

Now the rain falls strong
Heavy, thick and limpid
The Wind brings her to me
I don't need to ask him why.

For things are what they are
I lay my shield and sword
Inside my Self the trust
To for all of it say “Aye!”


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