Rain falls.
Clouds confuse the sky.
Fog comes in and goes.
Waves are sometimes not visible.
Waves crash on a stormy shore.
A stormy rainy day
in the fall
is nice for working.
My work stays happy.
Usually.
I love to let the clouds in.
Let the rain splash on my soul
as I paint.
But usually my soul
rises above it.
Funny how that works.
We love the cozy comfort of a day
of rain
but our work does not suffer
from it all.
Our work stays above the clouds
and it dances along with
the hope and
clarity
that tomorrows
forcast is sunny
clear
and rainless.
