outside, uncovered

I suppose I have always loved watching the rain through big picture windows for there is a preciousness to being here human, feeble, Woman. If outside, uncovered I would be far too overcome

I suppose I have
always loved
watching the rain through
big picture windows
for there is
a preciousness
to being here human,
feeble,
Woman.
If outside, uncovered
I would be
far too overcome
by coldness, unease
and constant shaking of flesh
prevented wholesale
from paying a kind of
selfless
breathy
attention
to all the beauty
an evening rainstorm
in the woods
has on offer.
But softly from inside
I am given over
wholly,
generously
full bodied
to Seeing
experiencing
allowing myself
to be brought
to tears
by the perichor
that scent of
the highest good
of the sacred
of bold water dancing
with ready earth.
Inside here
safe, warm, and
tenderly melancholic
I am reaching
an intimacy
watching
witnessing
taking in the fullness
of the scene
and it is allowed to be
everything
that matters
right now.

Bearing witness.
Bearing witness.

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