Day Thirty One

Dorothy (Blood & Motor Oil) - when the heavy and dark clouds rolled in, I took cover.  HOF was never far away, always visible, within earshot, close.  The wind rustled leaves on the forest floor, and the thunder rolled in on each gust.  For the first time in a long time, I didn’t jump at each little noise, or thump.  HOF remained as a sentry, poised at the edge of the wood, but I sat back against a tree and let the big, fat, wet drops start to fall on my face.  It felt good to feel the water smash on my skin.  The water washed away the tension and worry.  I started to feel clean and the warmth of the summer rain water put me ad ease.  I let my guard down, and that was my downfall.