A Morning Meditation

The rata-tat-tat of falling raindrops rising to a crescendo as the rain paints the metal roof;

Trickles, now, streams of water cascade down the windows forming puddles, lakes then miniature rivers flowing to the underworld and to the seas unseen;

Thunder, faintly grumbling in the distance, sharply contrasted as sheet lightning briefly brightens the darken, cloud swept skies, and, highlight the mountains that grasp and cling to the tumbling clouds;

Ever so intimately, like a young girl briefly sharing her face beneath a veil, the clouds open, revealing a bright star-lit sky far beyond the reaches of this earth-borne storm;

Slight whispers of rain-cleansed wind ruffle shades of the opened windows, bringing the scent of rain-soaked new life; occasional gusts rock the home reminding me of sleeping on a sailboat as the tides and currents teased it at its mooring;

The dimly-lit, shrouded sun struggles to pierce the heavy, rain-swollen clouds; a new day awakens, and the cycle of life begins anew.