Chilly? Cold? Rainy? Grainy?

Whirlpools of rain sweep me off my feet,

the slurp of the ground a welcome comfort,

mud a beautiful antibiotic

better the solid than the illusion

the flood is rushing me, so I sink my feet into the mud to stay grounded

Gravity my guaranteed friend, keep me down when nature rears ugly, beautiful head

the slope, sliding, gliding, shimmering, and trembling, deceptively vulnerable

I feel so small, but the rush of life won’t let up.