Alive

Alive

The rain splashes down over my hair, face,
and outstretched arms. It washes over me,
drenching my clothes, bathing my soul,
and clearing my thoughts. I embrace it,
and know that I’m alive.

I celebrate the joy of feeling life again,
the numbness of depression finally lifting.
The cool clean rain gives my spirit joy,
and cleanses me of the grayness
that once covered me.

Pat Nelson
November 9. 2008

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