Rain

See how the rain courses down the window pane

It creates beautiful trails where one can pick their path

Nearer I move to watch the artistry and skill like that of the painters brush,

As the droplets alight with a gentle touch

Gaze closely unto the droplet and see life’s miracle at work

Gently I lift the window pane to smell the freshness given to earth

Noticing trees as their branches dance at their touch

Energy provided from heavens love

Gently stretching my palm out to the rain,

How droplets alight, feeling gentle tickles… renewed again

A freshness that bathes my soul

Let’s absorb unto our skin its effervescence and allow it to linger

As that of the fountain of youth in wishful dreams

Carrying the heart of a child which lingers

For those who think foolish things

Carolee Dennis-Woosley

April 2011