The rain poured from the gray leaden sky

All day yesterday.

Quenching the thirst of all living things here.

This morning,

I sit in a fresh clean world

sunlight saturating everything,

including me,

As the moisture rises

through golden shafts of sunlight

back to the sky from whence it came.

To become a cloud again,

And carry the moisture to another place

In another time.

Transforming itself,

over and over again.

An ancient and timeless cycle.

What brilliant planning of the Universe.