Rain Storms

I love the rain so much. One of my favorite things is to watch the canyon out my kitchen window as a rain storm is about to errupt. It is amazing how fast they move and the power that they hold within them. They can claim the power over life and death. Joy and sorrow.

It reminds me of how powerful the human race is. One person is like a drop of rain, they are each beautiful and awe inspireing individualy. However when many are together they hold a power unlike anyother. WE can bring peace or fear, love or hate.

We are so much like the rain. Isn't it amazing how it seems everything links to something else? For sure you can't say any of this was an accident.

Rain

Rain is spring, the welcoming of new birth.
Rain is the senct that only nature can create.
Rain is when you close your eyes and can smell life.
Rain is the watercolor of life running together.
Rain is refreshing, cool and all incompasing.
Rain is tranquil and yet fearceful.
Rain is my retreat and reminder that there is good.
Rain is comforting and realxing.

This is what I woke up to this morning. The smell of fresh rain on the ground and I can smell spring in the air. People say I am crazy cause it is only January but I smell it none the less. A change is coming soon I can feel, smell and see it all around me.
I know the snow is suppose to be here tomarrow but none the less, mark my words....spring is on it's way.

Rain on my roof
tickles the darkness
And reminds me of the time
you walked barefoot across my soul.