How can we not love the rain,
wet, damp, coming at awkward moments
as we rush to and fro
living our everyday lives
with no time for this shower
drops the size of dimes splashing down
we shelter ourselves as best we can
beneath inadequate umbrellas and eaves
as it soaks through cotton
we sigh and glance up to see,
how far and how long
till we can make that break
to a better place.
In the distance the glow surfaces,
the end of the storm on hand
and we smile for we know
that even though it was just an inconvenience,
better things wait round the corner,
as the grey moves off and the humidity rises
with the evening sunset poised to take flight
into the far side of the earth,
we gaze above to find the splendor that waits,
and we watch with gleeful smiles
blessed to have witnessed this view
and to capture just a bit
to prove it was no mirage
but a color slide into our hearts
bringing peace with its being.
Photo taken this past week above our home. Rain daily but with a gift like this, who can really complain?
Peace, Love and Patchouli 