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.