It finally rained.

It seems like it has been months or even years since i heard a good thunderstorm. And as i ended my long conversation with you the storm was quieting. It felt like the rain had finally quenched my soul of its longing. I was filled to the brim. I was breathing again.

Take me with you on your journey storm. And if not, let me sit in your power until i can hear the words your spirit speaks to me. More often. more. How can this be happening to me?

I am feeling unworthy and yet completely alive tonight. From the sounds of your storm.