Some thoughts for a
rainy day…
I’ve always considered it completely absurd the way so
many of us complain incessantly about “The Weather”. You know who you are!
And I’m not speaking here of catastrophic manifestations, though many folks
learn to ‘live’ with those as well. To hear the usual talk of it (and you
do - daily) often sounds as if the very Earth itself is forever contriving
against us - wreaking havoc on all our puny plans. Listening to the forecast
in the mornings on the radio, we unwittingly set the mood for the entire
day - for I’ve long noticed that the announcers sound far too gleeful in
their every doom-laden prediction. (And by the way, I’d love a job where
I could be utterly wrong half the time, and never get fired.) They never
simply say, “Expect some rain”, they lament over it, like a mournful omen,
every hour on the hour. We of course tune in so as not be without our “Information
Fix”.
My wry (and most excellent) neighbour, an ex-farmer, informed
me once that ‘Last week, in Germany, they didn’t have weather for TWO days!’.
Now there would be something to talk about. I smile. He smiles. I think
I’ll take what I can get. Like I have a choice. I know there’s worse things
need ‘fixing’…
Raindrops falling
Breaking up reflections
Wash away ambition
Clear up the deception
Rain makes a curtain
that leaves me feeling certain
I’m safe inside, and more,
within myself…
Just to sit and watch the sky
come pouring down before my eyes
takes me somewhere else than I have been…
Raindrops drying
And all that’s living’s sighing ~
Ah, to have the chance to grow -
To start again.
