How the Rain Dances with the Air

Asher Manning

Pluvia 

When has anyone said that growth and rebirth is easy

Perhaps never 

From birth unto death we constantly grow and change

But it always feels like as I grow older, the change brings along more destruction, and the growth 

brings along more pain and suffering than my body can handle

I decided to go to the rain for answers…

The rain is rather quiet with their answers

Knowledge riddled with mystery and philosophy that I am forced to understand and learn

I look towards the sky and ask

       Why must my life be the way it is?

       Why must growth come with pain?

       Why must change come with discord?

       Have I not endured enough?

As I look towards the sky, rain mixing with my tears as it falls down my face

Once I start to accept that no answer will come

I hear a soft voice call to me through the winds 

       You have endured enough

       But my question to you is, has no good come from your growth? 

       Has the change occurring in your life never brought peace? 

       Does life never bring along good opportunities? 

I remained silent for a moment

But before I could respond 

The rain spoke once more as the storm finally quieted down

       No one should have had to endure what life has brought unto you 

       However, while you have endured enough, the journey is not over 

       Turn to the sky for guidance and strength

       Allow the water to revive your energy

       For your time of rest will come…

As the clouds parted and a clear sky came into view, I stood there, the rain having soaked my body 

I was now left with more questions than answers

But as I turned to re-enter my home

I knew there was more to come

The journey is not over… 

Aer

The air and winds of the earth are very quiet

She whispers to those who wish to hear

She mixes with the rain to create storms

Through the claps of thunderous terror, answers are revealed 

With the bright flashes of lightning comes secrets finally revealed to human eyes

The storms ask you to whisper

She asks you to listen before questioning 

She asks you to watch and admire before she rolls away 

The storms are the knowers of wisdom and chaos, as through the 

   discord comes truth 

Once her storm passes by, what is often left is the wind and heavy air that comes from the rain

And while she may feel powerful and overbearing… 

The air only asks that you listen

She asks you to allow her to wrap around your body 

What comes with the heaviness and power also brings warmth

The air wishes to comfort you

And even in times of confusion you can feel her

Filling your lungs with life unlike any other