Reflections in the Rain

I'm standing in the shop caught in the rain and unable to get out due to the heavy downpour. I reach for my phone to retrieve some reading materials that I had kept away to pass the time while waiting for the rain to stop. This article caught my eyes.

YESTERDAY'S GRIEF

The rain that fell a-yesterday is ruby on the roses,
Silver on the poplar leaf, and gold on willow stem;
The grief that chanced a-yesterday is silence that incloses
Holy loves when time and change shall never trouble them.

The rain that fell a-yesterday makes all the hillsides glisten,
Coral on the laurel and beryl on the grass;
The grief that chanced a-yesterday has taught the soul to listen
For whispers of eternity in all the winds that pass.

O faint-of-heart, storm-beaten, this rain will gleam tomorrow,
Flame within the columbine and jewels on the thorn,
Heaven in the forget-me-not; though sorrow now be sorrow,
Yet sorrow shall be, beauty in the magic of the morn.
--Katherine Lee Bates

Streams in the Desert
10 May 2011

Being caught in the rain, hemmed in and unable to get out. Yesterday's grief seems to be like this rain. We stay huddled waiting for the storm to pass. Soon it will pass, and we will breathe fresh again. The flowers will once again look crisp and new. The fields will look lush and green once more.

MT
15 November 2011

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