Listen the stirs behind as the rains tease
Waiting on a wind swept current of breeze.
Carries sweet teary note of Nature’s realm
A sometime sudden shudder, speaks, My helm.
Today’s waters will nourish seedy paths
Casual torrents without Her known wraths,
Only the showers we could walk today.
Remember, a soft soak, soothe, sent our way
Holding hands, feeling the wet fabric grip
Against our yearning bodies. We will strip
The layers of Mother Earth’s calm reprise
Sip hot tea, with a lentil soup surprise.
While these common rains can begin the morn
We have solace. Now known, we shall not mourn.
( a dedication to a good friend whose father went his way today)