At One

Outside, it is raining.

I am crying.

I cry for things lost. For things that have yet to come.

I stare through the pane, as the small water droplets form along the glass...the only thing that separates me from the storm.

I long to feel the moisture upon my skin, and something within tells me to pursue.

I retreat to feel the cool shower upon my crown, and the droplets become one with my tears.

Soon, the tears disappear.

I find peace for a moment, slumber, dream.

The morning comes, the rain still pours, but my spirit; anew.

As the storm subsides, the luster of the sun shows the damp landscape.

I feel it's warmth through the clouds.

I absorb the frolic of the birdsong and the trickle of the stream.

The earth is content, and, for a moment, I.