To all those that have sandbagged and cleared drains. bought water and filled their cars withgas and now sit idly looking out, do you ponder your life as you wait? Before the moist monster arrives to level the village, do you huddle in silence and contemplate
the roof you hope has been repaired
the simple joy of sunny days
your personal rains of good fortune
even the beauty of white cloud drift
and the spectacle of them at sunset
or go back even farther
rewind beautiful moments
with and without loved ones
see the not-so-bad life you’ve had
how you’ll do better once this is over
how you’ll change slow down
be kinder live in quiet gratitude
appreciate every little thing
But the angriest freight train of rain that you’ve ever seen hits, and you grab all these good thoughts, wad them up and throw them outside, step into your cave, roll the boulder in place, leaving just one fearful little crack. The one we all watch through as our mulled memories, our prayers, and pitiful begging are swept away.