under the sun
and when it rains we pray for brighter thoughts
and think of things that bind us to the earth
reminding us how we were born
from out of the darkness
like a flower or the butterfly
and when it rains we have time to contemplate
how the sun never hides
but rather is separated from us
from things out of our control
and it is then we learn to read each other’s minds
like the worker bee does her queen
and when the rain has passed our way
we shift our thoughts to wonderment and joy
like children skipping across wet grass
slipping and sliding and laughing under the sun
may two thousand fifteen
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Oh I really like this John, and it was a treat listening to the audio while it rains here. The second verse is especially powerful
I’m appreciative of your thoughts regarding this piece, Rose, thank you for taking the time to visit here again.
Absolutely marvellous!
Thank you very much!