Let It Rain

It was a rainy day.

The blue sky turned grey.

The hills were obscured

by the moisture veil.

Trees were swaying,

kissed by the shower.

It was not a white Christmas,

but a soggy one for us.

People stayed in their homes,

maybe by the fireplace,

drinking cocoa, baking fruit cake,

reading books, writing thoughts,

napping with their pets,

watching movies, creating memories.

In a world of collapsing balance,

rain is a privilege.

I hope it continues to fall,

helping seeds germinate

recharging the aquifers.

A world without rain

is a serious bane.

So, it felt comforting

to hear the melody of rain

outside the window,

the pitter-patter

that calms the mind’s chatter.

I saw the endless bubbles

forming, vanishing,

the rivulets rushing down the curb,

the droplets from the woody fruits

of the crepe myrtle tree.

The holiday lights glowing

giving a fairytale vibe.

Let it rain, let everything be soaked,

let my nostalgia be evoked.