Rainy Day Poem

The gray color outside of my window,
accompanied by the quiet spatters of raindrops,
lets the day stretch into quiet nourishment of ideas.
A pile of blankets spread out as a cat purrs,
with soft piano notes twinkling the air in the background,
as the ground and clouds meet outside.

Water washes away…
to help pave way to make
constantly encouraging rebirth

Rainy days are my own personal excuse
to stay inside & contemplate,
transform water & grounds to a cup of coffee,
warming my ideas,
coloring my world with thoughts, words & fluidity.

Thoughts mean…
potential, growth & contemplation
to help carve a way to action, love & betterment,
continually encouraging a wave of creation.

A storm happens every so often, outside my window
letting my thoughts match the weather

I have learned that a storm within myself is a sign
of the changes I wish to make.
In order to let my thoughts become my actions,
I must water them with splatters of acknowledgment–
letting them take root, in my new life.

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