It had not rained in Birmingham for 70 days. It was hot and dry and miserable. The dry thirsty earth was cracking, vegetation brown. A dusty malaise held sway over the land. Then one evening we could feel Her on the Wind. . .
Art – Matt Chambliss
Music – “Letter to Plato” – Isaiah Smith
Rain Dance
She approaches
Out of the West She comes
Hot and cold interplay, creating currents
I catch Her scent and breathe Her into me
Cause She’s Windy baby, and She’s so fine
She moves me
I feel her on my skin
She drips Her moisture onto me, teasing me awake
God I’m dry, I need Her waters
She dampens the leaves, the petals are wet
She rumbles and flashes, revealing Her soul to me
Come shower yourself onto me, quench my aching thirst
The wild tumult rages
Twisting, turning, exquisite yearning
The sounds of Her coming approaches
She longs to spill Herself, give Herself away
She is come now and I alive ride on Her storm
Cause She’s windy baby and She’s so fine
Somehow, I get the sense that we’re not just talking about rain lol Great piece my friend 😉
I am sure I do not know what you mean 🙂
mmmhmmm lol
Loved the Native sound behind this one. Could feel the desert all around me. Though I suppose that really wasn’t the setting for this one, was it… (I’ve lost your link!)
Yes there was a dessert in the land and of the spirit.
Great one Plato – and I love the painting!
Thank you my brother