Rain

Morning opens its sleepy eyes to find spring has made its debut on the world. A gallimaufry of tender sprigs and shoots lie beneath the soil, waiting to be unfurled. Rain is determined to wash the earth, and sunshine moments are but a boon, April flowers need life’s watery kiss to grow strong, blooming time is soon. In a familiar pattern as old as time itself, life renews - eager for a brand-new start. each a treasure of beauty traced by God, with nature ready to do its part. A bank of clouds shows rain apparent, as a jet on high combs through their hair. Inside the diffuse light, rainbows are born, with pots of gold, if you know just where. I put my hand against the earth and feel God’s heartbeat singing against my palm. Then raindrops spit themselves out of the sky with fury - the storm before the calm.