Sometimes in my life here,
I think about the rain.
There is no life without water.
And rain does seem to me to tell,
The story of a life.
Some days it is gentle,
Steady soaking, nourishing
Other days itís harder,
But still falling straight down.
Then the wind begins to blow,
Mimicking lifeís ebb and flow.
Soon itís a hurricane with sideways rain and flying debris,
Threatening your very stability.
There is one thing though about the rain ,
And on this you can bet.
If you stand out in it,
You surely will get wet.
© 2012 Walt Hardester