When Fire Meets Rain

When Fire Meets Rain

This is a movement

not marked by time,

but by tremble of thunder,

It's arrival, it's arrival

when the sun begins to bow

and the sky forgets its name.

The fire, once ruly on the skin,

now flickers in retreat

it has burned all it was meant to burn,

and something in you knows it.

Ash in the breath,

light in the scars

have walked through

the long summer of the soul,

where silence roars,

and thirst shapes the earth parched. 

Then a call, it's enough, a hush, a rush

Mystery descending with its embrace

The wind stirs like a whispering guide,

bringing hope from beyond the veil.

Birds spell magic into the air,

and the earth, 

the earth breathes out

her buried longing.

Petrichor

that ancient perfume that touched, every soul who walked the bare earth.

It rises again like memory from the dust,

and you remember, you were then and you are now again.

you were always meant to be..

Rain arrives not as remembrance

but as a priestess of love anointing the shoulders

with cool absolution,

each drop tears of eternity

the sky sheds on your behalf

You tilt your face,

not in surrender

but in sacred receiving and renewal 

Tremble to name it as weather.

This is life's alchemy, made luminous by grace.

And joy, yes joy,

not the giddy kind,

but the quiet, soul deep knowing

that you are part of it all.

That the fire, the rain,

the ache, the relief,

the letting go,

the coming home

were never separate things.

and you

you 

were never separate things.