Trees, grass, sky.
Even forest nearby.
Movement. Falling.
Drops of rain.
Tiny, hardly a noise ...
Whispers on your skin.
You, riding.
Across the open meadow
in the rain.
Raindrops glint as sunlight
breaks through and splits each droplet attaching itself to you both.
Ecstacy as light refracts.
Rein it in.
You stop. Another movement enters your consciousness.
Him.
Me.
Reins already gathered.
Eyes met and held.
Smiles
Riding
Reigning.
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