Rainy Days of Glory

as the sun sets and I pull my weary bones from the velvety protection I cling to during daylight, there is a storm on the horizon that is rolling in like a welcome mat for the regal of night. I love these times and it is befitting my soul to allow the world's tears to rain down on me and cleanse me, leaving me renewed and content and peaceful.

I love to watch the critters huddle when it comes. They snuggle up close to their mate and weather it through and I coo them and let them know all will be well. I am not modest by any means but it does have a certain Snow Black feel to it for my darker side to be so full of joy and loving when I look upon their much needed embraces. The dog is howling and the cats are lazy and the kids play wickedly indoors as the sky opens up-just now-and the flood of emotion washes down on all and causes all to seize and arrests the further development of hate and crime and ill deeds. Now it is roaring and loud and thunderous and almost seems as if the sky is filled with the gods arguing as to whom they will toy with next. Not I, I am sure of that because they know full well when they made me in their image that this is my hour in the "sun," this is my hour of glory and darkness giving me the signal to go out and venture as a wet beast and view the world when I otherwise wouldn't.

I succumb to their wish and stare out the front door at the mini lakes and pools gathering in flow and take away all the filth that man has lain before it. I stand in the light of a dark day and watch the flashes in the sky as each outburst from one celestial ruler is thrown to another and smile at them, thankfully for the beautiful display and break from my prison. I have done something most wonderful to deserve such a glorious chorus and giggle only slightly at heir debate knowing that somewhere, some Hades-like dark lord is arguing on my and my siblings behalf for this day to come. He cites all that is unclean and compares me to a starry night calling me a supernova and compares my Lobo as the brightest red dwarf and tells his own brothers and sisters the world NEEDS us and needs to see us and to believe in us and if not for these dark days NO one will even know we exist except in the falsely written storybooks and tremendous lies portrayed on stage. I want to dance in the puddles and kick water everywhere like a child at play. I want to hold my kitten and be gathered around by my other felines and just sit in a puddle and watch as my breathing makes ripples in the reflection pool.

I want to be like this forever, dark, cold and wet with the guilt all gone and the shame disappeared. I want to feel glorious like this always and needed too. I want to belong, if only for this short while why  am here at this moment...mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.