This morning I sat and savored the breeze of 6 am. It felt good on my skin. I looked up and saw clouds and hoped it would begin to Rain. I miss you Rain. I have not seen my beautiful Rain in months here in Texas. Today I wanted to share a poem I wrote when I last saw her.....
As I sit and watch the rain fall from the sky
feelings of renewal and hope wash over my soul.
The possibilities of new adventures shine in through the window as the sun breaks through the clouds.
The coolness of rain has awakened
this inner hope
and the heat of the sun moves my spirit towards transformation and evolution of my life.