[She paused and decided to offer some clarification via example. Her voice was low and soothing, almost contemplative.]
I can feel the raindrops. They tingle along my senses like... the first brush of cold when you step outside. I can feel them each, separately, and when they land. I can feel them in a rush, caught up by the wind. I don't need to see it to know that water is out there, that it's moving, filling up the sky and watering the earth. I can feel how fast it's going. I can feel it caught up and strong, together with the wind. It's not angry, but it's powerful.
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[She paused and decided to offer some clarification via example. Her voice was low and soothing, almost contemplative.]
I can feel the raindrops. They tingle along my senses like... the first brush of cold when you step outside. I can feel them each, separately, and when they land. I can feel them in a rush, caught up by the wind. I don't need to see it to know that water is out there, that it's moving, filling up the sky and watering the earth. I can feel how fast it's going. I can feel it caught up and strong, together with the wind. It's not angry, but it's powerful.
What do you feel?