When the streets are wet, and the skies are grey
And the drip drop rhythm of the soft falling rain
Plays a sweet melody, like an old welcome friend
Then my mind settles and heart stirs again
It has been fenced off in survival mode since summer appeared in fiery force
Makes it easier to push forward through jagged climbs and marathon treks
When you stay shallow or seem detached
Not unfeeling or calloused just a means to cope
Pushing forward each step fueled only by hope
And here in an intermission from the toil
A sweet shower from the skies dares my heart to engage my mind
She looks back and sighs in gratitude and awe
We have made it this far , what a long road it has been
Knowing all too well to enjoy this smooth patch because around the bend there are likely to be more treacherous climbs
But we are not there yet
We are here
In this moment
With peaceful grey skies
And rhythmic soothing rain
Cooling off the boiling pavement
Calming my overactive brain
Oh sweet rain do not forget to fall
Soft and steady, not too fast to flood
just enough to cool and refresh a thirsty ground
How sweet the sound of drip drop rain
Washing the weariness down the drain
Refreshed and ready to take to the hills again
Stabbing Windmills 