Spiritual Weather To Let Go

I The rain came without rainbows She walked between the raindrops The sun, even in Fall, warms all over No crimson & gold leaves over tops Of local mountains, but fruit all Year! Be there clouds, mustard seed faith grows II The milder African winters, not for him He had not traveled abroad - bad & good White cattle herons, always delighting With aerial acrobatics, done getting food Like paper kites dressed in snow, hovering At twilight over the lake, their lives coloring