A Toast to the Rain.....

Wash me, rain

Wash me free of myself

Wash me away from my fears

Wash me anew to that which you bring me

peaceful, calm honoring

Let your drops hit my face

Let the growth come

Let the connection be birthed

Let me accept this gift

 My desire becomes hot, heavy steam

as you quench my deeply seated, resurrected passion

one drop at a time

opening me, freeing me, re-establishing my balance

Not knowing I was lost

his subtle bravery woke me 

Shaking me from my self deprived slumber

and, in one magical moment

I was found

Found to myself

Found to him

 future unknown, yet cherished completely

<3
I offer a toast to you, rain

and I drink greedily of your wisdom

as you wash me clean