Rain

 the rain lingers

pouring off the house beams 

drenching the ground from the sky

the sky is no longer blue

it is a cream color shade of grey

dimming the light the sun produces

peering through my window all I see is wet

the ground, the roof

the house beams all the way down the road

the tops of the fences are soaking and seeping its way to the bottom

coursing through the seams of the fence

its beautiful

all of us our experiencing rain

its the one thing we all experience the same

rain, sun

we all experience it

some like one more than the other but none of us have the power to control it

my coffee is steaming while I sit and listen to the rain

its calming

secure

pondering what others are thinking as the rain pours from the sky

are you happy?

what do you feel

there is going to be a change

the scars from the fire will start to fade

as green pastures come back and the ground begins to grow

we will all still  carry the weight and pain from that week

but the rain will produce growth

filling the scars and giving hope

the rain is clear yet it has the healing property of something that should be so colorful

so beautiful

yet it is beautiful

clear

dainty

simple

It pours out of the sky with no regard of what is happening

Its simply elegant