Beginnings

I love the rain.

I love the rain and all it represents.

It is synonymous with Spring.

It can cleanse, nurture, shelter...

Cover the world in a protective blanket, 

muffle the daily din and transform

the urban beat into a rural, peaceful patter.

It ushers in green where there was only gray,

And soaks into everything underneath,

Making our roots equal to our resolve--

Gutters spilling over with Hope,

Paving a path out of the cold 

and into the blue, orange and yellow 

Heart of all things and

Of the Summer to come.

I grow weary of Winter and Summer,

Never of Autumn or Spring.

Yet, now it is not time for gold and crimson,

But for pink and purple, puddles and play,

Buds and birds and...

Beginnings.