Stormy Skies

Why wait for the storms to pass, when we can just get naked and dance in the rain?

Sometimes the rain is falling from sky clouds above & raging nature seems bigger than your one body ever could be;

sometimes the thunder is the racing beat of your own heart, water falls from the clouds of your thoughts, & your one body is the nature of the storm.

Either way, there is beauty in feeling it all.silverstein-rain

(Dancin in the Rain: picture and poem by Shell Silverstein)

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