Amid the Air: A Grounding

I love the rain. It is so organic and earthy, a reminder that we do not merely stand upon this world, it envelopes us, encases us, surrounds us.

Remember, o man, that you are but dust.

Comforting and alarming and invigorating, it puts me firmly in my place, and fills me with unutterable longing.

In Arizona, I did not need the rain so much. Already I was deep inside the earth, enclosed in its rocky depths. Everywhere I looked, earth surrounded me. I could never forget the earth, and so I took it for granted. The rain did not surprise me.

Here in Anaheim, I need the rain.

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