Thunder crosses my mind
As the rain pelts my brow
What was the point, anyway?
Scurrying back and forth
The thunder stops me
I lift my face to the darkened clouds
And let the rain wash away the angst
Cooled, and refreshed
I listen to the rumble in the distance
I see the clouds break,
Allowing the last rays of sun to bleed through
The day, in retrospect
Washed away some of the dirt
And nourished the life that it fell on.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Image from Cindy Adkins via Google Images
The magic of cleansing rain so perfectly depicted.
Aww, thanks Drew. Really just trying to make my way through monsoon season, lol.
That’s a benefit of warm rain. You might as well stay outside. One of my favorite memories is when my son was about 8 and playing outside with his friends in the rain.
Yes! A benefit that cold rain can’t quite offer. I love the memory of your son. I actually remember doing that myself as a child. We were allowed to get dirty back in the day, lol.
Good ol days. 🙂 I’m looking forward to the next summer rain!