Such a peace falling as the clouds melt in a wonderful nature.
The whole of the living creation of God is coolly enjoy the moment.
Piecing through the the drumming sounds of raindrops on the covering of our abode, the trees and floor of the earth is the sound produced by the activities of men.
How enjoyable the weather as some may say; expressing satisfaction in the situation which supports their rest from routine activities.
In the other hand, the heart of others ache at the risk the force of nature pose to their point of joy.
In either way, the Supreme Divine knows the perfection of His art.
Even somewhere, someone lies beneath sheets of cotton or wool instead of the four walls of a lecture hall.
How amazing the differences in reaction to the same fall?
Still, I rise from the ashes And pieces unknown. Moments and memories, Dreams and mourns. Still, I rise like a plant That first pushes away the dirt Growing towards the sun In joy and mirth. And for the grass to seem greener, It has to constantly rain. And while it may seem duller, It washes away my pain. And I’ll rise from my remains Like a Phoenix from its ashes, A winner born out of Broken dreams, hopes, and wishes.
shevaun stonem
here's an ode to all those who continue to persevere no matter how hard it gets. keep going, you got this. you really do!
The time of dad's passing I've been restrained All the day long I've looked at the rain.
There isn't a smouldering Hint of a spark I can't see for nothin' The rain is so dark.
The stormclouds are following One on another They tred on the heels They're so close together.
The date of a death Is when pain was born There seem to be many One endless storm.
The first major hurricane 2020 has seen Was the health & work crisis Of COVID-19
Then the stress on good friendships Because of the news People fussing & fighting For differing views.
THEN Minneapolis Had a white killer cop And others stood by As a black man's heart stopped!
Now, these are DEATHS! We HAVE to RECEIVE! Deaths of our innocence We no longer believe In man's basic goodness No way it's retrieved We must accept now And we have to GRIEVE.
My father survived WWII Lived 93 years in this mortal stew. But now he's left... years ago? TWO.
When I was a child Oh, SO long ago I used to LOVE thunderstorms...
... what did I know?
R.I.P. Clinton Eugene Jarvis
SoulSurvivor Cathy Jarvis (C) 5/30/2020
I wrote this a while back. My dad died in May. I still struggle with grief. I know others who are going through it right now. I can relate.
when the rain starts pouring my tears pours too the wind of the rain makes my body shiver and I'm asking to stop but it didn't stop It didn't hear my voice the rain taste sad like my heart felt upset I want you to say that I'm worth to love and to be loved so that there will no more rain to pour.
I sway more Fairy skirt swirling Around me Dancing with every step I feel fluid Shifting and bending With every stride My pixie side finds me On an overcast day Rain collecting upon skin Skirt tickling my sides And I find myself dancing Jumping along puddles Having the water whirl Twist into a dancing partner Clinging to me And the edges of my Fairy skirt As I walk away
