Thursday, November 6

Rain Clouds Overhead (When it rains, it pours)

A cold draft rushes underneath the covers and touches bare skin. Chills run down the spine and goose bumps appear. Blankets are piled; wrapped up in; and tighten their grip around this unwilling body.

One tap, two taps, three taps, four
What is this noise I have heard before?
Is someone at the door?

Stillness in the air greets greedy lungs. Shivers convulse the body and inundate the mind with thoughts of what has caused such silence. Clothes are selected; an outfit is decided; and stubborn feet move this apathetic load.

Pitter-patter on the windowsill
Was it only supposed to drizzle?
Or will this storm become torrential?

Outside heavy clouds loom overhead.  Inclement weather conditions instill an anxious anticipation for the storm. A deep breath is inhaled; courage is mustered; and a step is taken into the sudden wetness.

Gutters are overflowing
Why do I have to be driving?
The sky cracks with thunder and lightning

A gust of wind blows forcefully against steel and concrete. Fear grips the heart and aches can be felt in each bone. An unnerving sound is heard; the vehicles sputters; and the journey grinds to a halt.

What was dry is now wet
How can one be complacent?
This could only be solved by a bucket of chocolate

The heavens open above and let water pour down. Solitude imposes frailty, and sadness fills sullen eyes. 
Rain drops fall; a voice whimpers; and the world weighs heavily down upon overburdened shoulders.

Destitute and alone
Too many miles from home
Nothing to do now but sit down and moan

Brakes screech in the distance behind. Bright lights blind and curiosity is peaked. A shadow approaches; 
extends an object; and stands over the huddled mass on the ground.

Protection and comfort under an umbrella
Who would stop to help another?
Why do I deserve help from a stranger?

Wiper blades squeak as they slide back and forth across the windshield.  A warm beverage is given, and cold hands receive it happily. Driving down the road is peaceful; tranquility returns to the mind; and the spirit is calmed.

The squall has started to fizzle
Once violent clouds now simply sprinkle
Down the windows the water droplets trickle

The car stops while the stranger smiles. A signal is given to exit, and involuntarily the request is obeyed.
Water has transformed what is known; attitudes and perceptions have changed; and a thirst for life has returned.

Reflections of a forest in a river’s flow
Dew drips reveal nature’s show
Open eyes can now witness beauty in life’s double rainbow 

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