sometimes i see myself as a child in a rain storm,
running around trying to catch all the drops in his mouth.
i long for your adventures
to be like the raindrops
the child saves and not those which crash to the ground.
the first drops of rain always bring a smile on our faces.
the smell of wet soil, the damp grass,
and the slosh of puddles under our feet
make us want to dance with wanton joy.
rains make a heart go romantic.
ever danced in the rain?
the feeling is inexplicably beautiful.
hold your sweetheart's hand
and walk in the rains while the clouds play cupid.
kissed the earth.
quenching it's overdue thirst.
the earth was not ready.
for the rain to be done.
but it chooses.
not to be greedy.
but grateful for what it received.
may we give thanks.
with a grateful heart.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.