I spent a number of days in the rain forest.  Not the jungles of the southern hemisphere, but the cool lush wet Pacific Northwest.  I sat on the porch of an old house, wrapped in a blanket my so brought me from far away lands and watched the monsoon drop.  Rain as a steady rich wall of water everywhere I looked. 

The trees reveled in it.  The verdant grass just smiled soaking up more green from the invisible constant sheets of infinite drops.  The rush and wind of air and water soothed every cell in my body.

Today I revisit and honor that immersion that remains in the organs I carry around with me.  I stand tall as those trees feeling the limitless swim.  My toes hold onto every sensation of walking through the thick wet grass to the rock shore river.  I once again sit until the stones speak and the rushing water sings.

The stars are inside my heart.  The river my blood and the rain my comfort.