wet embrace

[choux]

admittedly, i'm 
not used to the Blow
of wind thru trees, hills
(back where i'm from,
the wind's an ocean whisper)

coupled with this warm
north georgia winter Rain
the piedmont opens its eyes
gratefully to be
washed all day;

and so do i
walking uphill back
to the waiting car;
soaked and holy
embracing the grey.