Raindrops fall from heavily clouded skies,
nourishing, cleansing, replenishing,
spring winds blow in the storm
umbrellas divert the steady watering
the storm transforms into a gentle sprinkling
as if from a child’s watering can
the heavy air lingers as the rain drops fade
the sun peeks through the thick clouds
a rainbow appears–
a promise that all is well–
a gift only possible when the sun’s rays
pass through the watered air…
Namaste,
L and Muse
Candlelight Chats 