a moment of calm

shadows cast not, when grays hover o’er

but what is grand is the tickling upon my skin

from tiny drizzles of rain that slowly empty

the bloviated cumulus that dangle from the sky

i tilt my head toward the heavens so that i can

witness the tiny droplets falling, scurrying down

to be the first to touch the ground and quench

the thirst of the daisy, the lily and the tree

i am grateful for this moment distracting me

from the woes that surround, from the pangs

and angst of life’s beguiles, from lament and

tears of those i witness and i feel their pain

and when this moment passes, let it be that

the smile upon my face, the memory of this

calm and gentle pace i may share with others

and those within the circle of my love