Rain breaths

       Tranquil is the rain hitting the ground. Holding
at bay the pollen and allergens. So happy from
knowing that. So much more is that of me
splashing in the puddles.

       Onward I go. Looking into the weekend to come.
My eyes luminate will joy for more possibilities of
hints of water. Silly me, perhaps. Yet I am only being
me.

      Ah the smile stays loud. Hoping for more joy
to echo deep into my spirit.

       Seated quietly observing all that passes by.
Looking at faces and actions of those around me.
Yes indeed people watching is entertaining. Small
giggles echo inside my contained space.

       So laugh with me friend. Just once.

       Once again much to inhale. Much to be thankful
for. Hoping for a dream to be safeguarded, tightly
given inside my mind. Softly I whisper my prayer.
My words form intricate steps, placing themselves
wherever they should fall.

       Simple are the breaths of courage. Holding
onto Jehovah for all that is needed. Yes a vibrant
necessity that surges deep inside, rooting the seeds
firmly.

       Oh how I shine throughout. The eyes blend
strong grays with the brightest textures of blue. Oh
how amazing this moment is.

       A fine line between strength and weakness. Yet
still all will be pressed securely by Jehovah. How
encouraging Jehovah is in moments such as these.

     Such a silent way of giving mercy and love at
the same time. I am still stunned at how Jehovah
finds ways to teach me. The firmness yet kindness.

    Oh how wonderful, do you agree?

              Ah just breathing.