Lest I Should Falter

Lest I Should Falter I sit and watch as clouds gather above huddled under my umbrella, singing along to pitter-patter droplets destitute of emotional mourning, or yearning, or love befitting the day; our emotionless song. But billowy winds stir up in the trees which howl in despair and fright and cast off their crowns, but bend not their knees nor surrender their will to the relentless breeze befitting the day, and our dreadful plight. Some days all of Earth refuses the sun pulls up the blanket and hopes to drown but that which transpires will not be undone -- Salute! Salute! Then wish it away, or fight it, or try to run but I’ll sit it out, as numb as the rain falling down. For this is the beauty of nature and rain, the inspiring fight of the sentinel trees which never surrender, nor bow to the pain which fight through the gales and refuse to wane for other days come, brighter and warmer than these. 9/18/16