Maybe Tomorrow the Sun
The spring rains gush
before beginning to ebb,
so we might absorb them.
We drink water in gulps,
not a steady sip.
And we prefer cold, flowing water,
to the warm and stagnant.
But for the noise of cars,
I’d think the world outside my door
is a rain forest.
Rain drips off the roof
like from the leaves of a canopy.
Next comes the wind
to pressurize this house,
and to dispel any illusion
of impenetrable space.
Day, then night,
and night, then day -
and yet more rain.
Maybe tomorrow the sun…
“The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.”
This poem has been adapted and was originally shared on April 7, 2017, and was titled The Spring Rains Gush. The original is included in Tomorrow Could Be Wonderful: Brian's Poem of the Day: 365 Daily Meditations Vol. 1.
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