i stood upon the mountain,
watching the heavy ribbon of rainclouds
lumber slowly,
the breeze dying before them
as they followed the river,
ominous and threatening,
like a billow from a smokestack
in eras gone by.
the promised storm never came,
but a lightly misting rain,
here one moment and gone the next,
kissing the earth with gentle love.
i am reminded that in all things,
life is beautiful.