Rain,
The gentle tapping of wet fingers on the roof,
Droplets running down the window pane,
Chasing each other in a race to the floor
Some cheating, combining to bully the others out of the way.
The gentle rhythm of nature in autumnal glory,
The tap of peace and rest, so badly needed.
The fire cracks, and a log surrenders
To the funeral pyre of relaxation.
The glow of past logs in a welcoming embrace,
The roar of the chimney carries their life smoke across the valley.
Water flows down the path to the view I see,
Jumping and playfully making streams.
Where car wheels and dog prints have just been.
The gentle breath of the dog beside me,
And the silence that surrounds me. Bliss!
I see squirrels on their daily tasks,
Jumping from tree to tree.
Rain-soaked pheasants make their way through the woods,
Searching for food.
Black Neck’s call for the girls,
Keeping them in view.
Rain that refreshes the autumn forest
While I am warm,
Fighting the pull of a thousand thoughts.
My eyelids begin to fall,
As my mind finds sleep.
New Psalms 