greenstorm | Oh, My.

Yes, this may indeed be a night for dancing. The rain is just touching down lightly after almost two weeks, and it's the kind of full-on spring that makes me blush when I walk outdoors. How can the people who don't let women go topless allow pines to drop pollen so heavily in each gust of wind, or flowers to swell so suggestively, or the genetalia of gunnera to thrust upwards in such a manner? And then to have rain, after all this sun, so that all the soil and everything it supports is drinking, drinking, drinking.

I'm not a pagan, but I do understand the need to mark a time like this, and dancing is my holy rite. I've never really liked the spring, it's so overwhelming and intense that I can't ever relax. Still, there is significance here. Still.

And to go outside, and to feel the first drops of rain on your skin, and to smell the thirsty dust just wetting down-- that is what the world was made for.