It's a spectacular day in May.
Yet here I am sitting inside,
gazing longingly out the window.
Silently watching the raindrops
as they leave their perfect mark.
Each beautiful in its own way.
Coming down to wash all the
Earth's sorrows and grief away.
Each drop brings another bit of
hope, of change, for a better day.
Nature's lovely way to clean and
sustain itself every now and then.
I forget all about missing the sun.
There's always so much to wish for,
but there's even more to appreciate.
So instead of praying for the sun,
I choose to go out in the rain.
