Water

A water goddess,

Her arms extended,

Rises slowly from the misty

Lake that she calls her home.

Like a vast ocean

Gently rolling onto the sand,

She moves toward the shore,

Hesitating,

Retreating,

Finally stepping foot on the dark earth.

She calls the rain.

It falls merrily around her,

Greeting her like an old friend,

Long lost,

Recently found.

She spins, twirls, creating a

Whirlpool with her long skirts

In the dusky forest.

And she never wants to stop.

She knows she must.

Eventually.

But for now she is content to dance in the rain.