Rain, rain, go away…

When rain has been coming down all night long and throughout the morning and it’s in the forecast for the foreseeable future, would you rather sing “rain, rain go away” or make a cup of tea and curl up with a book?

How about a little bit of both! Let out your angst and then embrace what is.

I’ll add a Mary Oliver poem to sweeten the mix.

Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me
By Mary Oliver

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,

what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again

in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,

smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches

and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing

under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,

and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment

my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars

and the soft rain—
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.