When I wake in my bed
On mornings dark with cloud cover
And hear the drip-ticking of rain off the gutters
Onto porch planks and potted plants below,
Relief washes over me in soft sheets.
I have come to know water
As that neutral element which calms
A world otherwise frenetic,
Charged with energies
Too fast and flared for the good of all.
What pause a downpour brings,
Permitting the writer to write…
The lover to love…
The artist “to art”…
The thinker to think…
The being to be.
Imagine a world where
We complain when it rains
That we might have to be
More still inside ourselves
And listen to the deeper
Comings and goings of our hearts,
Leaking their way into our consciousness.
The words – the peace – comes more easily
On days when the sun does not light us up like matches.
– Kendallauren Heath