It rained and ruined an otherwise perfectly planned day.
Though I stand under the shelter of the deck, my clenched fist shaking at the clouds that cursed my efforts and took away my dreams.
It rained and ruined an otherwise perfectly planned life.
Though I clench them in tightly bound fingers, the carefully drawn blueprints detailing the direction of my days spill out down spouts, into puddles overflowing in the mud.
It rained and my eyes are open.
Though hidden in plain sight before, air gained form, framed in the drops, and the wind appeared in all its howling glory.
It rained and new scents assail me.
Though they were there the whole time, earth and moss become fragrant, mingling with the perfume of flowers and wrap me in a olfactory hug.
It rained and everything shines.
Though moments before they were tarnished and mute, a new radiance gleams from the pinnacles of deep green grass to rusty black mailboxes.
It rained like it will sometimes...
So we play in the liquid reflections of life, get cold and wet just to have an excuse to come inside and huddle in warm blankets, because sometimes life needs a refreshing and so...