Poem #25

From the porch I gaze at the puddles gathering on the crooked pathway.

The grey skies forecasted showers.

I planned for a walk in the sun,

But the greater of us has taken precedence.

Contemplating,

I remain in my sheltered position.  

Unbothered,

The rain moves faster.

Annoyance creeps up my neck.

The rain, nearly laughing, continues to dance among the tree tops and in the grass.

I nudge my foot out only to be met with cool drops.

The rain is not partial, but flows freely touching all things.

I sit,

I consider dashing from my dry safe haven.

I put out my hand this time.

The rain is happy to greet me.  

The favor is not returned as I turn and sulk.

Head dropped to the ground, the slowing of pitter-patter went unnoticed.

Frustrated with my eyes squeezed tight,

I did not hear the quiet of the lifting rain.

The beat played over in my head.

Rain hitting the wooden stairs,

Rain banging against the aluminum,

Rain tapping the concrete.

I could hear it drumming.

Suddenly,

Warmth pierced the crown of my head.

I loosened my eyes to see the grey clouds had shifted,

The rain had stopped,

The sun was peeking through the sky

And glaring a single ray on me.

Like the rain, it was happy to greet me.

Beaming on my head,

I understood what I needed to do.

Either rain or sunshine,

Don’t ever hold your head down.

Always hold your head high.