Laughing into each day is not always how my mornings start
Today thick generous clouds
sit heavy on my head until
I watch grass and trees,
thirsting for tiny tastes of moisture,
welcome a steady misting rain
dropping delicately on
flower and leaf buds
carefully laughing into spring.
“Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling…”
~ Mary Oliver, What Do We Know
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