When it finally rained this spring, everything shifted.
The dusty spring temper tantrums of my desert/mountain home
gave way to overcast skies and the water fell
like tears
or cards
or shooting stars.
There were no cries of sorrow as the heavens released the rain,
nor holding on
or clinging
when the water slipped from clouds
to trees
to earth.
Only a graceful and blessed letting go,
the cycle of time and change danced out in each droplet
like a life lived full:
of courage and humor,
family and strength,
hard times and joy.
When it rained, everything shifted.
Like a deep sigh
or a chuckle
or a prayer.
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