What is it a rainy day does to my soul? Clouds low; dark & full of sorrow perhaps? Nay, 'tis closer to a feeling of anticipation, of being washed anew & revived after a lifetime of dry, stagnant doldrums.... a rebirth following storm & chaos; a new world in which to grow strong & wise. Do not squander Act Two in the Play of Life, for rarely is there a Third....
Trees cast low their eyes to watch puddles form during the rain, the delicious wetness feeding them for another hundred years. Child casts low her eyes to watch puddles form during the rain, eager to splash bare feet & wiggle toes in gooey mud. Old man casts low his tired, gray eyes to watch puddles form during the rain, tiny rivulets dampening the soil in which he'll soon rest. The World casts low its eyes to watch puddles form during the rain, just 'cause so much can be found in one.
Beautiful Day begins with Sun! Midmorning darkens as Cloud slips silently over the horizon to mask Sun's brilliance. Cloud, in bold daring, spits forth Lightning to cower puny mortals into scurrying for cover! Flash & Thunder precedes Rain as Cloud laughs turmoil & torrent down to drench & nourish all below.... Exhausted, Cloud departs with the promise to return when needed, then relinquishes Stage once again to Sun. Beautiful, radiant Sun.
Thank you all. The Play Eternal carries on....
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