At harmony with the rain.

In my younger years, they knew the flight,

A dash for cover, dark and light.

But time has changed that hurried pace,

Now joy finds me in this damp space.

I close my eyes, and lift my wrinkled face,

Embracing every drop within this place.

A curious thought, a quiet, knowing smile,

I stand here, rooted, for a little while.

No hurried human, with a worried frown,

Just earth and sky, and water raining down.

I\'m watering myself, a garden\'s old delight,

Refreshing well beneath the silver light.

A sturdy plant, content to simply be,

The rain a blessing, softly falling free.