Please wash away my sorrow and pain. Let them flow down the streets with the rain, Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness, Joining others on their way past the madness.
The ocean may take them far away, To places we cannot even say, Where no one recognizes their sting Or knows the infliction they can bring.
The rain grows harder with its might, Becoming hail on this fateful night. I want to be free of all traces Of unwanted feelings and faces.
My body grows cold from the rain. I stand clean and free from the pain. Shivers create a path down my spine As I wait in the dark woods of pine. I hold my head high to the wet spray. It becomes a mist of blue and gray. The faucet has been turned off for the night, Leaving me feeling clean and all so right.
For the blog challenge, I will begin reliving my vacations before Covid. I’m not yet ready to travel on a plane, even with a mask. Today, I’m revisiting the Dominican Republic, where I vacationed with my daughter, Ashley, my son-in-law, Chaim, and my husband, Lee, at an exclusive resort.
This is the four of us going for our first meal. The resort was spread apart with many buildings and individual condos. We rented a small house with a backyard and pool. We had to move twice since there were problems with the condos, one lost water, and the second flooded from the rain. Each time, they gave us a more extensive and prettier house.
The grounds were beautiful and so extensive we used golf carts to drive around. Each section had its own pool, and we tried them all.
Palm trees were everywhere. We chose this exclusive resort because it offered kosher meals, which we didn’t realize at first that we paid for on top of everyone else’s fees.
This is the pool in the kosher section, which is the smallest one, but always deserted.
The pool in our last condo was the biggest and I was able to do laps.
The views were spectacular. I miss the beaches and pools and definitely need a vacation.