What shall we do about the rain?
I mean, this rain,
the one that is filling up my ears.
I am spilling over,
remembering the paths
the water takes to the lake,
and how it thundered
on the tin roof,
how the doves sat in the yard,
wings extended skyward
to feel its baptism.
Today is the coming-of-autumn rain,
and we will harvest in the mud.
1. The sound of rain
2. The healing power of laughter
3. Hours and hours of uninterrupted time to work
4. Deadlines–really, how else would I get anything completed?
5. The wild way those walnut leaves are dancing in the wind.
May we walk in Beauty!