.... singing for the rain'
Sometimes you just have to stand out in the rainstorm, with your arms spread wide, looking up at the heavens and let that water wash down over you.
That is where I feel I am in my life.
Letting the rain to wash me clean, washing away my sins and imperfections, the smell of spring is almost there, almost in my nose, just out of reach. I'm a spring of grass just below the cold clay filled earth, just waiting for the warmth of the spring sun to draw me out.
I can't possibly be alone in feeling that desire, now that Febuary is here, to be creative. That itching to shed my skin and grow a little. My treefrog nature has sung her songs and now I wait. For that touch of spring to touch my cheeks and warm my face.
~~ Dany
