Rain is grace in her purest form⁣
Fearlessly flinging herself from sky to earth⁣
without expectation or judgement
as a soft, tapping, whispering reminder ⁣
Are you listening?⁣
A momentary silence of the usually chatty birds, as they take refuge among leaves⁣
Rain, she tip-toes into the soil⁣
The slurping of roots underfoot⁣
releasing scent of mineral, dirt, moss⁣
cedar, pine, and balsam dance⁣
Ominous, dark clouds seeming an unlikely backdrop to the now bright, cheery green ⁣
The stark contrast revealing rain’s humility⁣
A Joyous celebration, a parading of⁣
each leaf, needle, blade of grass⁣
A reminder that we can give our whole self, while still remaining utterly complete⁣
She softly taps on my shoulder⁣
Reminding me that I am here, too⁣
I am a part of this, a creature of nature⁣
I am here to feel, to hear, to smell, to see, to be⁣
This is why I thank the rain⁣