Dear Curiosity Journal,
Life feels out of balance when there are no cloudy, wet days to offset all of the sunny dry ones. So when those clouds finally burst open and the land was saturated, it was enough to make a farmer cry tears of joy. The last time I took this much delight in the sight of a puddle, I was just a child. The clouds drop down a redundant epiphany; water is fundamental to flourishing. I sense a mirrored joy in the flowers, so today I share a poem by Kim Glover about hearing flowers after the rain.
after the rain
i hear flowers
after the wind
i see songs
after the lightning
i feel choices
after the storms
i smell hope
after it all
i taste life
come again, sweet rain
bring me
my senses
come again, sweet rain
sing me
your peace
come again, sweet rain
let me taste life
after the rain
i hear flowers
