March Fourth

March Fourth Today it rained and the ground was awash with mud and slop yet my spirit was not put down. The rain smelled sweet clean and new like a spring rain should with huge drops that tapped me on my face and head like a childs fingers. As the rain fell I tilted my lips up as it came down kissing gently off me I won’t move till I’m soaked to the bone. I love the rainwater the feel as is sinks deep into my flesh moving and churning it flows into me like a life line. Catt<3 ........3/14/2007......afternoon