Slowly rain trickles
down the window pane…
the cat purring
jumps into my lap,
my soul stirs
even as my body begs a nap;
gentle the sound
of drops tapping the glass
sparkling with a distant speck of radiance
like diamonds floating on polished brass;
a lady bug crawls
up the shade string,
as if looking out the window
to ponder what the rainfall may bring;
through the tears
the clouds shed,
rivers and land
are cleansed and fed;
spring showers feel
like a soothing balm,
giving my weary mind rest
and my stressful spirit a respite of calm;
soft, quiet episodes
such as this,
are nothing less
than peaceful, divine gifts.
Respite
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