The steady rhythm of the sound
When water droplets touch the grassy ground
Wakes pale and parched organic blades,
Rejuvenating what were scorched and drowned
By fiery sunlight shooting through the glades.
The brittle brown begins to fade away,
Uncovering the greener shades
More flexible and less inclined to fray.
Too many sunny days
Can lead to life that’s easier to break
When just a little pressure paints the haze
And makes a minor tremor seem a devastating quake.
Too many rainy days
Can overwhelm the structures of support
And drown a life in sorrow, while the blaze
Of sunlight is so brief it seems a stingy, fickle sort.
Together, lives are balancing this mix of joy and pain
To weather what the unknown days will bring in sun and rain.
This poem began with a fairly simple idea about rain falling after a drought to rejuvenate the grass. It turned into a brief meditation on the idea that life is about managing the joy and sadness that we experience, finding a good balance through support for one another.
As I am reading this, the rain is pouring outside. Mediating on your words as we wait for the sun to again shine.
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