Oh sit down

I'm sat crossed legged in the garden trying to clean out my chakras. A song thrush is looking at me probably chirping 'will you just f#ck off!'. I remember once as a kid I sat on a football pitch when the heavens opened. There was no one around and so I remained there and slowly became soaked. I often think of it and can still feel the water running down my face and the joy of walking home with squelching shoes. It's a beautiful evening, the thrush is still giving me evils and there is no suggestion of rain more's the pity.