Rainy morning thoughts

It rained last night...

We smiled and embraced its sounds

and smells

and gifts.

The rain brings life,

the rain brings peace,

the rain brings hope.

We never question its intent or its methods.

When we wake up the next day,

our affection for the rain turns sour.

The air is thick,

the clouds have moved in,

everything is wet.

Is this the price to pay for the life rain brings?

Muggy mornings,

where it's hard to breathe,

and the air sticks to your skin.

Maybe it is, they really are more of annoyances.

Bothersome little details.

There is a sense of calm, though.

Water has a knack for deafening the sounds of busy streets.

Leaving its own symphony of splashes for our ears.

Even through my own distaste for the shady morning,

I guess it really isn't too bad.