Today it rains.
At first, it seems an inconvenience that none should have to endure.
Then, one becomes more aware of the beauty of the storm.
The dark skies, bold outlines of glistening black trees.
The drops of water running together on windows, making patterns as liquid as thoughts, as changing as emotions, and as luminescent as a daydream.
The wind that attends the rain, scatters it around, holds it tight.
Then our minds return to the moment,
And we don’t quite smile, but we aren’t sad.