The heavens open, soft and slow,
No hurried rush, no need to go
And seek a roof, a hasty shield,
But stand and let the wetness yield.
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.
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A beautiful poem of seeing what was seen as adversity as necessary for life and growth. The past rush to get in out of the rain now a recognition and excitement to experience its growing power. A positive view that more people need to feel. Wonderfully written in good meter and rhyme it puts a new face on the world and life a fave
Reading this felt like being right there...eyes closed, rain soaking, peace in the simple act of being. A quiet joy runs through this piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I am reminded of the hymn “All things bright and beautiful”. We need the soft refreshing rain for growth. It is indeed a blessing. A lovely poem Friendship. Have a beautiful day.
Funny, with this beauty you recalled my joy years ago when I occasionally could be in the rain, caught accidentally. There's a charming beauty in this piece, though, the alteration in perspective from youth to age offering wisdom. Very lovely, excellently rendered with perfect imagery and a winsome poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
such a soft and gentle verse - truly inspired - it's raining here too, but very heavily, and we tend to seek shelter, rather than enjoy the downpour, since lots of epidemics start at this time...
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