Without Feathers or Fur
Leaves tremble with each drop that strikes them. The rain is falling heavily now, thick, turning the air opaque, and everything hides. There is not a bird to be seen, animals huddle beneath, waiting for the storm to pass. And I am without feathers or fur, am left to stare at the rain from behind my window. ©️ Emma Steel
How beautiful. Thank you. I am going through a season where I often feel relegated to watching the world through glass instead of being free to be out in the thick of it, in sweet summer rain, where the plump and heavy drops remind me that I am living a life, alive.