The world sounds different on a rainy day,
as if it has slowed in its frantic rush to accomplish things
that will seem so inconsequential tomorrow.
Delivery trucks seem to take longer to shift gears
as they make their way along the puddle-filled streets
along the same routes they take every day.
The grass, trees, and shrubs all seem to be slowly stretching,
as if waking up from a period of hibernation and lifting their heads
and looking around at all that has changed around them.
Like the grass, trees, and shrubs, I also feel that I am waking
from a period of hibernation, at least a period in which I stayed
in, out of the heat, and prayed for a day just like today.
Thanks be to God.