When I glance in some directions
I see rain falling, lightly and vertically,
Onto the scene before my eyes.

Sometimes it is believable, but
Sometimes it purports to be falling
From the roof above my head,
As if I have a personal supply
Of clouds pursuing me.

Perhaps my subconscious is trying
To tell me that my drought is over;
That the sweet spring showers I have
Recently found myself in are now
Taking hold of the words I write
And starting the avalanche that
This barren winter has stored.

I feel as though some part of me
Has awakened from hibernation
And is seeking to discard the
Seasonal insulation and become
Agile and unprotected once again.

I am once again excited by the
Unpredictability of this season
And the way it provides for
The conflicting requirements of
The life it nurtures.

Like the awakening colours,
I thrive on all of this;
It revives my soul so that
I may sing, and feel alive again.

04/04/2006

Posted on 04/18/2006
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