rainy days
magical rainy days
pitter-patter, pitter-patter

puddles forming everywhere
bouncing droplets on the ground
pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter

water gushing off old, rusty gutters
wind chimes whirling around and around
bowers bending from heavy showers, pitter-patter

each drop a tiny dancer bobbing up and down
tiny rivers flowing between stones on a garden path
beads forming along the tendrils of a grapevine, pitter-patter

rumbling, grumbling thunder; flashes of cool, clean air in the face
tree branches bending close to the ground; soothing sounds all around
vague memories of wet beginnings forever draw me to the rain, pitter-patter

As I the rain started to fall today, I noticed it began with a few drops here and a few drops there.  Then there were a few more more and then more and more until finally it was falling steadily all around.  It was like it was building up momentum and so as I watched, I let my words fall on the page in a similar manner while watching the effects of its progression.  What I wanted to do was imitate the pleasant sights and sounds that kept cropping up as the rain fell heavier and heavier.  Frivolous and silly perhaps but every now and then I think we need to remember the kinds of simple pleasure we enjoyed as children.

When they see among them their children, the work of My hands, they will keep My name holy. . and will stand in awe of the God of Israel.  ~Isaiah 29:23  ✝