RAIN IN THE AFTERNOON
This morning was bright
With energy and purpose.
There were things to be done
Thought to be taken
Words to be carefully chosen, spoken, written
And life went on
From office to office
Email to email
Word document to word document.
But in the afternoon
The bright skies faded to grey
And the whole world relaxed and exhaled
And rested under some awning
Where the rain sang a slow song
And no one regretted the work it prevented us from doing.
We all looked out
Satisfied as the refreshed grass.