wash through

I lay down upon the earth, ready. Looking up at the sky I grow dizzy. Such a large expanse of no boundary, no marker of what is up or down or in or out. I grow dizzy and close my eyes readying myself.
Then it begins.

I feel a light patter of rain dropping on my eyelids, my lip, my chin and following that comes a torrent. Rain beats against my forehead....my shirt and pants. Rain soaks into my pores and goes deeper. Rain flows thorugh my heart,bones and liver, carrying the grey much of my sadnesses, my angers, my frustration out into the soil beneath me. Each gathering of drops grabs the last bits of dark and heavy and carries it out to go into mothers waiting hands. Mother takes it and transforms it into light Something happens in this process...I feel sleepy. I'd think I'd feel more energized but I feel sleepy so after getting up and cleaning off...I go and sleep. My body smells of fresh soil and I dream of flowers. When I wake up ...I am transformed. I am so full of light that I want to cry...but I don't. I laugh. then eat and go on with my day.