I love rainy days, the rainy, semi-dark days that comfort my soul.
When I was a young girl I would sneak outside and dance, dance with my arms open wide, lifted towards the crying clouds. I would bathe in the drops as my sadness washed off of me. Funny thing is that back then I did my cleansing with no knowledge of why, only that I needed to do it. As if my spirit guided me out the door and into the cleansing arms of the droplets.
I fall in Love with the sounds of the rain, the smell of the raindrops on the earth, I fall in love with the cries of the winds and the sway of the branches. I am in love with the healing of it all.
Today, as a woman of wisdom, I continue this cleansing. I do so with joy in my heart, a dance in my step and a knowing in my soul. I am a healer, and as a healer I clear my aura with the tears from the Heavens.
On rainy, stormy nights, back when I was a child and my world was in shameful chaos, I would lay awake and listen intently to the pouring rain accompanied by the loud thunder and bright, quick bolts of lightening, which soon became my lifeline. I am a lover of stormy evenings. I built my sanctuary at the back of my home with a tin roof with the sole purpose of healing with the sounds that can only come from up above. Whatever I was busy doing would be abandoned at the sound of rain or thunder, abandoned in a heartbeat.
I would find it so funny how others would run indoors as I excitedly headed outdoors. I am a Goddess of the Universe and Mother Natures favorite child. I love to walk barefoot, or as many would say “Earthing” or “Grounding”and connect with the earth, to feel the vibrations recharging my soul.
I love rainy days. I fall in love with the sounds that cannot be imitated, I fall in love with blurred sunsets and spontaneous conversations and beards, yes, I fall in love with beards, thick and burly so as to caress on those healing rainy evenings.
I AM A HEALER
I love stormy nights, Full Moons and Unpredictable Kisses.
I am a wild beast, never to be caged by mediocrity,
other people’s opinion or
Fear of Failure
I must say, Oh, how I love rainy days.
Magically Orgasmic 