Poem 0193: Rain

I try not to complain about rain.
There’s something beautiful and calming
about the way that it splashes,

Creates a drumbeat
on the earth,
a pulse on our heads…
umbrellas…

And our human responses are
so rhythmical, too.
Like feet splish-splashing
in puddles
or the swish-swash
of windshield wipers.

I really try not to complain
about rain.
I really do love
its cleansing:
The beautiful water of life.
The way it washes down cheeks;
covers over tears.

I really try not to complain
about rain.
For without it, I know that
I’d never see light refracted
in crazy, zany, colorful ways;
turning plain, clear light
into amazing rainbows.

~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart
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