Life Rain

Every storm runs out of rain.
            —Maya Angelou

Into each rain some life must fall.
I made that up. How about that?
Maybe someone else said it?
Lots of people say the opposite.
Rain falls into our lives.
Yeah, I know that.

When it is raining hard, pours
like the picture on the salt box,
white rain on a blue background,
I do watch the rain fall hard.

Do I watch the life fall too?
Do I close up my umbrella
and let the good things shine in?

Start right now. Pick up your life
and hold it in your hands,
turn it over so you can look at all sides.

I do see the rain, lightning,
hear the thunder roar.
I always see the storms.

But sometimes on a nice day,
I don’t see the sun.
It’s just too nice to notice,
as I take it for granted.

Open up your arms wide
when the rain stops pounding,
let the good sun
bathe you in its light.