Calming breath of rain

              Ah the rain soothes the sense right back into a
cocoon of warmth. My breath is even, calmed but
so much of me is vibrating.

               The mind in full alert, cracking open the
list of what is placed upon the plate. So much to
do that yesterday asks why it wasn't done then.

              Today. Grand and cleaned. Plain, simple
yet so complex. The sound of rain is all around.
Carefully entertaining the soul, the spirit to just
relax.

               Dare I take a moment to do so? Please
begs the wind. Oh howling low and in a melody
across time and skin.

               Sit down. Be attentive to all that may
inquire. Still some words want to be heard, then,
I am silenced.

              A sigh becomes the will and the motions
of who I am turns. One by one the dreamed steps
are fading reality. Although this thought intimidates
me I continue, grabbing a hold but not breaking.

          A small tendril escapes as the rain caresses
my face. Chilled, I am, by the morning temperatures
but so warm by the breath I take.

        The slightest of thanksgiving goes to my Father,
Jehovah for waking me to this joyous noise. The
prayer I give rejoices in the notes of calm. Anxious
no more.

        So back inside I step. Back to the curled
cocoon of warmth I draw. Yet so close I am to the
renewed sense of hope. Onward the parade goes,
as I must.

       Setting my dreams into the wind hoping
that you too join in and hold them precious. Ah
a hope indeed. One day we will see.