the storm

standing in the rainstorm
accepting
i am powerless
wind whipping
blowing against me
speaking to me
urging me to listen
i hesitate
…i hesitate
i wish i did not
hesitate
to follow the urging
of the wildness
of the storm
urging me to follow
my own
wildness
to pay no attention
to those who might
judge me
to run free
…i will not hesitate
again.

hopefully i will not hesitate again. when i wrote this, i felt pretty sure…but i worry i am not as bold as i pretend to be. i guess time will tell.
i wrote this the day after the flood as i stood on my porch & watched (& participated in) yet another rainstorm. the last serious one for now. i felt i needed to be out in the storm, to interact with the water, so that the creek would not feel it was necessary to come visit me again.
i am happy to report my yard is finally drying up after a week of beautiful weather.
i am no longer afraid of a sinkhole opening up in my lawn.

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