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It's not every day I get to see the rain fall from the clouds onto my unfortunate soul. With the heat of the sun trapped here with all of us on the ground, it makes me wonder if we ever really deserved to venture out here. Out into the rest of this world, out of the ocean, out of our hydrothermal oasis. From water, to the driest places.
I am a thing that loves the water, all parts of it. I love the feeling of it running over my borrowed body as I sit in the scalding shower, feeling the hot sting on my cuts. I love the feeling of being wrapped in its pleasant embrace when afloat in a pool of chlorinated, carefully managed water in the yard of some wealth-driven residential establishment. And oh, how I crave to feel its subtle acknowledgement from around as I tread water within a freshwater pond.
But alas, there is nothing here for me. The temperatures forbid exploration of any kind, and the silver screen I stare into every hour leaves me vying for everything I don't have.
It has not rained in months.
Are grey skies and loving rain too much to ask for these days?
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Hazel
One of my favorite moments in life is floating at the deepest part of a lake or an ocean, letting the body be tossed gently, rocked, by the waves and staring into the paper thin horizon. Letting the mind and senses be overtaken by the cool water. It’s such a meditative practice, it makes me want to have my own lake. Nothing beats the experience.
Rain is beautiful in all its forms.