The days the digital weatherman tells me are going to be full of rain and thunder and lightning…
I kind of look forward to those days.
Sometimes I hunker.
I stay inside, wear sweats, bake yeasty things.
I stay inside, wear sweats, bake yeasty things.
Or I go out, not particularly fussed about my hair,
Because we all know what’s going to happen to the hair when the weather starts weathering.
Or I plow ahead,
Making it to my appointments on time,
Arriving with a smile,
Remembering all the things I’m supposed to remember,
And what do you know?
The clouds part. The light breaks through and lays down perfect tracks of gold across the floor, the lawn, the road.
The sun shines and heats up the soggy ground and releases the springy smell of damp earth.
The surprise of it, the gift
Makes the day seem brighter even when the
Thunder rolls back across the mountains.
(4) Comments for this blog
Love this so much.
Love this so much.
Firstly, you are a poet, Woman. Seriously. Just…wow.
Secondly, I love these days too. My husband and I prayed for rain on our wedding. God delivered. We still love the silver-black clouds as the backdrop. 🙂 (Okay, the morning was sunshiny and those turned out nice too.)
Firstly, you are a poet, Woman. Seriously. Just…wow.
Secondly, I love these days too. My husband and I prayed for rain on our wedding. God delivered. We still love the silver-black clouds as the backdrop. 🙂 (Okay, the morning was sunshiny and those turned out nice too.)