The scent of a rainy smile

                     A slow dribble of warmth echoes down the
brick wall. Sending the clear shivers as I stand outside
inhaling. The cold air, the musky flavored wind just
caresses every part of my soul. Enhancing the spirit to
soar.

                    So gentle is the laughter that creases a wide
smile across my freckled face. The glittering cornflowers
that bloom inside of almonds. So decadent are the
giggles as the memories cross over my mind. So kind is
the love shown inside this one moment.

                   I cling to my tiny waist. Granting myself
a tight, bear hug. One of comfort in the midst of cold
shock. So calm is the sigh that vibrates throughout the
soul, deeper still into the spirit. The ease that was
given after a long restorative rest.

                  Oh so thankful, I am, to Jehovah for that
display of love. The holding onto the world so I may
prepare. So slight is the answer of a prayer and yet so
wide are the possibilities. Ah the softest of exhales are
followed by the rays of excitement.

                 Such a silly moment when I think tonight is
the last crazy hour night I have to work until the next
year. So excited and so relieved and that the busy
retail season is soon to retire for the year. So grateful
for friends, family that have given the right words
at the right times and the Scriptures to pull my back
closer, still, to my Father, Jehovah.

                So clear is the pathway. Narrow and yet mine.
Oh so much to be twirling inside the warm apartment.
Still, though, I stand outside to listen. To feel the splatter
of droplets over my fingers. A small piece of me to
be comforted over. The simple part of my happiness is
this, just this ~ the sweetness of rain.

             Such a silly thing to admit because my happiness is
knowing I am in need of my spiritual food. Another piece
of happiness is my enjoyment of Jehovah's works.

            Again though silliness it may be still the radiance
from it surpasses the trials that are everywhere to bring
just a bit of joy. Ah just observing the spots of drops,
the puddles oh how clear the mind becomes after
the view of rain falling. Indeed a gift from Jehovah and
the answer to a prayer.

           So here, my friend, is my joy. The views I seek
are extraordinary in only my eyes. The way I feel when
rain caresses paleness and tickles fingertips. Oh so
demanding are the soft giggles that just open a wide
grin.

           Yes my dear friend, watch as the cornflowers
change through blues to a slate as the beauty of the
sky crying entertains me for a while.

           So do you want to join me for a moment or two?