When the mist turns to rain…

When the mist turns to rain…
Making tiny, shiny diamonds on the ground…
Also, on our skin…
Full of shape and movement.

Our hopes for the day toppling and collapsing…
Knowing that today will be a blind world…
Or will it?
Isn’t there a satisfaction in not getting lost in the darkness?

Here is my thinking…
Perhaps the rain is marking something new…
Helping us to hear, to feel, to see…
To remind us that it is time to write a new story in the eternal book.

It is telling us to look at life from all angles…
That being down is not worth the price…
To cleanse our minds until they are as clean as a whistle…
So, we can more greatly appreciate the sunshine.

And then comes the electricity…
Isn’t life all about the electric?
Bolts of light filling our lives…
Removing the veils one by one…
All of this can happen…
When the mist turns to rain.

I love you,

Annie