There’s rage in the rain,
There’s anger in the sun.
The snow falls in quiet malevolence,
The clouds are dark in indignity.
I search for the lessons,
But sometimes a rainy day
Is just a rainy day.
Or it be a different viewpoint:
It’s water stored for the summer,
It’s light for the trees to bud.
The white keeps the green dormant
As it fills the ground as nourishment.
Clouds move, and the air is freshened.
There is black and white and gray
It depends on what view you choose.
@ 2018 Valerie Hathaway