Cool air comes after the rain, not yet frigid but far from
the blistering heat that greeted me prior to the down pour, this pattern always
the same despite the predictions of the chicken littles who constantly tell us
the sky is falling, when in fact it is only rain; the pain we feel not from
rain or heat but absence of something we need or want, the spirit of it
continually within us regardless of what weather brings, the ache we suffer
when we forget our umbrella or the eye patch I once wore, and so become
invisible. I still venture forth in the rain or shine in heat or cold because
it is what life is and we need to feel these things just as we need to feel
love to know we are still alive
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