I got a few minutes to myself yesterday and this is what came of it.

It's raining now,
and my skin leaps up
in a rush
to meet the welcomed wetness.

I had been running errands,
buying vegetables,
hurrying,
and mother caught me amidst my burdens
and calmed my tred.

The earth hadn't been so dry
since I was young,
barely born,
but infinitely closer to my roots.

I feel much closer now,
as I lift my face to the sky
and giggle down to my toes;
the drops rejoin me to the earth
as mother heals us both
with her soft, cool deliverance.

The land needed a drink,
while I needed a few moments
to bask in simple joys nearly forgotten.

The sensation feels almost foreign to me
--it's been so long--
and I must remind myself
that it is simply raining.