Swimming in the rain!
Another poem written about my life as a sea swimmer in the West of Ireland đ
I pray the rain will stop!!! I shout out loud!; âPLEEEEEASE STOP RAINING!!! Pleeease, Dear God, make it stop!!! Please clear up!!! Pleaseclearup,pleasecleareup, pleaseclearup!!â As I grip the steering wheel on my drive to the sea In trepidation. Me, that swims in the sea, each day, without fail! I long for a bright, sunny day For a clear blue sky! To placate my nerves and give me a high I almost hyperventilate, then pout and cry, then breathe and sigh Resigned Itâs wet as fuck!! Oh well.. Deep breath as I open the door Sharp inhale as cold drops wet my skin! âCop on, youâll be soaked in a second!!!â I berate myself for being a baby and stupid! âOk, man up!â âWoman up!â, I correct myself âBe grand!â Down the steps I go! â22 degreeeees!!!â; I maniacally shriek!! My ever present, effervescent, fierce, fearless, mantra!!! Trying to convince myself itâs not feckin freezinâ!!! One, Two, Three, Four steps in the water and âWheeeee!!!â I settle into the sea. Into me. âOh heaven!â âHow fab!!!â I laugh and swim Beaming from ear to ear The rain feels warm and the water soft My soul feels full I am here. Here and now. In the sea. That is all.
This was wonderful. It made me think of times I have drug myself kicking and screaming into something I ended up finding joy in and of the reverse where something I had high hopes for, fell flat. I love your writing style, thanks for sharing!