the rain always stops when i come outside
havent needed an umbrella in 15 years though i used to carry one for caution, it’s never from fear. seen some lightning from indoors heard some thunder from afar and although tornadoes touch down near, rarely am i caught in more than the beauty of God’s tears drizzle here, dewdrop there mostly though? just humid air. real rain – downpours and such? – doesn’t touch me. it’s more from belief than anything else much ever since i’ve been sure inside large amounts of water no longer drench my hide and the rain always stops when i come outside… goddess? not really though something in me Is Divine… more than a queen but not quite a deity whatever i focus on, truly does manifest if i maintain that i am a vehicle through which others are blessed and not the actual Creator of things beyond my scope too wistful it is to wish and not enough to hope all things that come to me are through Faith and only when i waver do i disrupt my fate see, it’s knowing that i still bleed red and i can also will it to subside and the rain always stops when i come outside…. they say i woo words. maybe. i see it more like me dancing with the essence of creation and bringing forth its babies i bow my head to my Muse and seek instruction in form of vibration before i put a pen in my hand. i am a translator,