An old woman in a red raincoat, hunched over,
pushing her walker over slick sidewalks.
Undaunted and unhurried, so she goes,
her gait steady in the reality
of “into each life some rain must fall.”
The sudden appearance of a golden light,
the sky’s notice there is a rainbow coming,
And then you see it,
slowly evolve and suddenly disappear
like a dream on the edge of waking,
never sure it was really there.
Drops falling silently
onto the leaves of the camellia bush,
sliding slowly over each leaf’s surface,
bringing it a glistening shine,
like emeralds under water
then softly falling off the tip
to bless the ground below.
Looking out a wet window,
rain sheeting over glass,
distorted images hovering like shadows
beyond my knowing.
This rainy world is a magic one
where things come and go,
and I never see them coming or going,
just the surprise of movement in stillness.
The sound of moving water,
a background of soft and soothing rushing.
It does not matter where it goes,
only that it came to see me.
I will put out the tea and small cakes
and welcome it to my home,
and together we will spend the day,
dreaming of the time the sun returns.
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