I awoke this morning to the sounds of a summer thunderstorm, bringing some much needed rain. And so I found myself finally inspired...
Summer rains fall without caution or care,
suspending baseball but no worse for the wear.
God's tears nourish plants, animals, earth
as we arise from our dust,from lack, no more dearth.
We welcome this respite from sun's smile so warm,
to turn over once more, pay no heed to alarm.
But alas, I must move my weary old bones,
for the rain has me thinking in bed here alone.
My day has begun, my work it awaits.
I cannot dally long, I'm afraid I'll create
a swirling, impatience up in my mind
that causes me to pause and consider so blind
this rain to be less than the blessing, a sign.