rain
I believe it’s going to rain
here in a bit
both the sky and the forecast predict
my thoughts drift to realism
the fact that life can take a turn
or two or three and perhaps
it’s perfectly acceptable to look forward to the rain
to anticipate with open hands, ready to splash about
march through puddles, watch through a window
allow what seems an inconvenience to morph into a blessing
and sometimes we choose, don’t we
how it will all turn out, whether we’re saturated and changed
or left simply standing in the downpour