When the rain fell upon the land, my soul began to develop. Yet the rain had no desire to watch the seed it had watered flourish.

The rain sought the waves and ordered it’s force to wash me away, but the land held me firm; my roots etched deeply in her, she would never let go.

When the rain disappeared, my soul did not dry up. The Land drew waters from deep within and fed me, till I grew into a crooked tree.

The rain abandoned the land and I, yet the land never dried, in fact…she thrived each waking moment; bearing more and more souls that merged with me and made me upright.

When the rain called, I answered. I am drawn to the rain; in it my vision is birthed, my emotions come alive and I see a vision so vast my mind cannot comprehend.

The rain I speak of is a rain that you have not had the opportunity to encounter, but yes, the rain is part of me and within me and all around me…as is the land.