Like river fish

I live in a city, a city of dust storms and dry nettles. I live in a tiny apartment on the 5th floor. yet when I rains my heart soars. It almost feels like it is floating somewhere near my nose. the dark blue of the sky about to unleash water is the most beautiful of all colors. the rain scented air gives me a high nothing else can. I understand why now. we are a people of the water. of rivers and paddy fields and rains. it's that illustration, of the man rowing the boat with the woman,  rowing with all his might with the rain pouring down all around him in the darkness, in his attempt to find dryland that I realised it. we are a people of the water. not the adventure mongering type out to conquer the ocean. We are like the river fish. we belong there, body heart and soul.