A dense drop of tropical rain stung my chest. I stopped running, and watched as it rolled down my chest.
While glorious to feel fast, and strong, it was more glorious still to feel relief.
purity of clouds
verdant rolling jungle in all directions
aeons of natural song
As a child in a bedroom, a messenger had whispered the secret to life into my dreaming ear and I woke, grasping for the answer I had been given, but it disintegrated and was gone.
Now, with a single drop of rain slithering across nerve endings, came a subtler truth; that there are great conspiracies for life that nothing will turn back, life that has made all that is beautiful, and all that will be.
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