The sun is hidden, yet there is an abundance of light pouring through every drop that falls from the sky. There is a song that floats through the air for as long as it wills. Why is it that something so uplifting can only be outside my window? Just a thought. It is really no matter. I just step through that doorway and I can have that light in the palm of my hand, let it seep into my being and make my soul lift. It pulls at me, though. Inside and out. Begging me to move to its rhythm. Why should I refuse? I dance. Together we shift and twirl as the wind guides us, the water and me. The light halos every drop as it falls, as each shatters across what was made to fill this earth with life. And we dance.
Can you feel it? This life that exists. It does not hide, it beckons for a friendly company. Who am I to make it wait.
It calls for you, too.
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