The rain is falling with intention today,
Smoothing my mind, helping me breathe.
The sound of it loosens my desire.
I discover I am clinging to each of many paths,
As if clinging could make travel easier.
It is January, winter, cold and gray,
And yet I wish to walk in the rain,
Feel the shocking cold,
Feel it wash over me,
Ask forgiveness,
Lift fear heavenward and let it fly.
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