O boy,
the pure joy,
when I peer out window,
and I get to see
what fills me with glee --
rain dancing in the puddles.
Why such delight?
Years of drought
here in Tennessee,
that's what.
Not this year, it's true.
But still,
I never take rain for granted.
It's such a gift,
blessing flower and tree.
On the way to Starbucks
just now,
noticed how
traffic lights were making
on wet pavement
splashes of color--
glowing green,
brilliant red--
so very Christmas-y.
Rainy days make some
want to stay in bed.
Not me,
not ever.
I love rain!