Naked in the Rain
Here I stand, naked in the rain
Senses alert; spirit alive.
Grayness blurs the view above
And greenness up ahead.
How the wind whips through the trees
Whistling of journeys yet to be!
Cool, slick mud against my skin
Wraps …
Here I stand, naked in the rain
Senses alert; spirit alive.
Grayness blurs the view above
And greenness up ahead.
How the wind whips through the trees
Whistling of journeys yet to be!
Cool, slick mud against my skin
Wraps …