It's raining today.
These are some of my most favorite days. Rainy days are so beautiful. I don't understand why everyone gets so grouchy all the time when it rains. It's absolutely wonderful. Rain can wash away everything if you let it. It comes with its own music. It is like God is cleaning off the tired ground. Or the tired me. It is a deep cleansing. He washes away the dirt and erases the mistakes of the days before. He gives life and hope. It's not like he sends this deluge or flood and everything is all spiffy, either. He sends a million little drops. He works on the ground one drop at a time until it is clean and refreshed and renewed. What is there not to love about rain?!
Anyways. That's my spiel for the day. Also, I wrote a poem. It is from a list I wrote called 'Ten things I believe to be beautiful'. It's not very good because I haven't tried poetry in a very long time. But I wanted to share it anyways. Hope someone enjoys! Thanks!
These are some of my most favorite days. Rainy days are so beautiful. I don't understand why everyone gets so grouchy all the time when it rains. It's absolutely wonderful. Rain can wash away everything if you let it. It comes with its own music. It is like God is cleaning off the tired ground. Or the tired me. It is a deep cleansing. He washes away the dirt and erases the mistakes of the days before. He gives life and hope. It's not like he sends this deluge or flood and everything is all spiffy, either. He sends a million little drops. He works on the ground one drop at a time until it is clean and refreshed and renewed. What is there not to love about rain?!
Anyways. That's my spiel for the day. Also, I wrote a poem. It is from a list I wrote called 'Ten things I believe to be beautiful'. It's not very good because I haven't tried poetry in a very long time. But I wanted to share it anyways. Hope someone enjoys! Thanks!
Beautiful
Slipping, sliding,
Racing down toward the sweet grass below
Swirling, gathering others in their path
Rain drops racing down my window
Swaying, twirling,
Chests moving, breathing out and back in
Bodies synched in the rhythm
As the dance carries them
Warm, bright,
Sun filters through slits of blind
Tiny sparkles suspended in air
Illuminating even the dusty corners of the mind
Quiet, sweet,
Flakes dance as they fall
Blanketing the world outside
Bringing new beauty to it all
Fresh, new,
Petals peel back one by one
Revealing the beauty, the colors of spring
Late bloom to be the most beautiful when done
Tinkling, singing,
The laughter peals through the air
The giggles are so sweet and small
As is the child being tickled there
Sparkling, joyful,
Mouth’s corners turned up, eyes crinkle at the side
Joy becomes the face of that stranger
As their smile stretches so wide
Believing, wishing,
Praying for a miracle and believing it to come true
The only things stronger than fear
Hope is what we simply must do
Whispering, hoping,
Sharing parts that aren’t readily displayed
Vulnerable in the bravery of sharing
Hoping for someone to come to aid
Slipping, sliding,
Racing downward trying to make sense of the pain
Swirling, gathering others in their path
Tears are just trying to bring hope again
Wonderful.
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