A downpour washes over me
announcing change.
I tilt my face up
to the pelting rain
opening my mouth
to receive its wisdom.
Washed-off sorrows form
as puddles at my feet.
In them I see a reflection
of the full moon rising
and I turn toward home,
splashing gently as I go.
Such lovely words. I walked with you in the downpour. A favorite line: “Washed-off sorrows form as puddles at my feet.”