The Rain

Each visit was like a wave crashing ashore a glass faced lake.   

The mirrored images of nature, reflectively looming, while leaving a pirouette of vacillating mind chatter.   

From within, it felt of a tormenting perplexity that I could not dismiss.  

Like a withering lily in the sun then subjected to an instant burst of sub-below torment. It was summer and without notice arrived a deep freeze. The penetrating core of its awareness could be absorbed by all who sat at her shore.   

The longer I sat, the more the view began to mollify and almost paralyze. It was tragic and beautiful all in one mad moment.   

A reminder of things hidden away. Evidence that mother nature holds a balance I’d never retain. 

I think back to that body of water and its spiraling effects. It's trance of dominance on my every nerve ending, left me feeling alive but truly immobilized. For she, the water in all her beauty was the keeper of the things we dare not speak aloud. 

Each visit was like a wave crashing ashore a glass faced lake.