Friday, October 03, 2014
Bless the gray rain that washes the world.
That sits singly in drops on the window,
That falls into the gray ocean and loses itself.
Bless rain that interrupts plans,
Causes us all to change course, relent
Reminds us to blur the edges once in a while.
Bless rain that dampens everything
Making softness where hard edges were
And reminds us to wring things out once in a while.
Bless rain blown sideways by the wind
Into hardened faces. Remember
Your small place in the scheme of things.
Bless rain dropped by endless gray clouds
That simply had too much to carry.
There are burdens we can lessen in this world.
Praise rain whenever it appears
And for whatever reason.
Free metaphors from the sky.
(picture from internet)