Drenched not wet

It came down
Gently at first and then
In torrents
The first rains
I raised my face and stretched my arms wide
In surrender
Let it wash over me.
A few moments later.
I realized I was holding my breath
In anticipation
For what??

I wondered…
Pause
Puzzled.
What about it didn't feel right??
Silence…
..and then

I realized what my body
Was waiting for..
The accompanying sweet smell of mud
As the rain water hits the parched sun dried earth
And the almost instantaneous heaving sigh of the earth
as the waters touch her…
I remembered that..
Closed my eyes as I remembered that …
I could almost taste the mud.
That
Was missing.
I was getting drenched…
But the water had not touched me.
I open my eyes
Realize.

I was by the ocean
I was at sea.

Rhea

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