Like the Wind and the Rain

…and when I see her;I wonder,how shall I make myself an unforgettable desire?Should I blow in as a storm of strong winds and rain,or shall I come so ever softly with gentle breezes and misty sprinkles of water.She is like a hot and dry desert.No wind,no rain.Just ,simply there.Her place consists of only day and night.Her surface covers the intent of her heart.I wonder what would happen if I rained on her.Would the sand and earth below it,receive and absorb my rain as a desire of need?..Or would she resist and my rain flood off the surface,as to be pushed away.Would any force of wind or what force would be welcomed or desired to compliment her sandy surface and her heart (the earth below)?Has time under the penetration of the sun’s burning heat,burned an impression of changed desires for the need of me (the wind and rain)?Has the desert sand and earth below;in the passing of time,wished that she could just be totally alone in the night,without the heat of day and time stand still forever,to keep away from possibly facing outcome decisions of maybe facing a surprise gust of my wind that might touch her suface and change the heart of the earth below.Her  sand is the brain and external decider of communicative touch.The earth below is the core of her hearts desires.In the standstill of time apart,the desert really has no idea of how it would react to any change of it’s present moments.Nor does the rain know if or when it will fall on her.Nor does the wind of me know if it will ever have the chance to gust its whispers into the sands surface or even above it.One thing for sure;time will not stand still and we shall both live in day and night.I am the wind and rain;yet I sometimes feel powerless to face the desert.Yet,I know one day or many,I shall face the desert and make a choice of reaction.My tears of hurt or of joy are the rain of me.My direction,intent,and discernment is the wind of me.My thoughts are many in facing her.Do I see her and move away of her sight of knowing it is me,or do I breeze through; as not knowing her,to see if she calls out to me.Or should I come as a cloud and hoover over her and look into her windows; through the surface,and blow whispers into her soul of all my thoughts of her and blow on by, after a stillness of connection in the moments.These and more are from time to time the continued thoughts that have no real answer for the unknown fear of rejection of choice of the way chosen.Then, reality hits.You cannot plan life relationships.Its like the weather.It gets unpredictable and scarey at times.In time, all seasons will come and go with good and bad weather along the way.Sometimes, predictable.Sometimes,not.So for now it is safe for me to hold on to the good feelings and be free as the wind and not to think too much on it.Its just easier that way.Could it be that she feels the same way;in that I am the desert and she is like the wind and rain.It really does not matter who is one or the other.What matters is to keep peace and love at its best to relate in that knowing.Know you.Know me.Know you and me together.Know you and me;though apart,as we travel this life and all of its forever changing of seasons.

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