A gentle rain, steady on the roof,
Ushering out the last of summer,
Soaking deep into the thirsty soil.
As I listen to the steady rhythm outside
my heart years to find it's own rhythm
and be watered deeply.
The rain says wait. Stay warm and dry.
The sun will soon return,
but for now all nature needs to drink.
I too need to drink, to find the rhythm of the rain, to soak, to wait.
But still, I long for the sun.