Rainy, cloudy weather has always been comforting. The sky always looks more interesting blanketed by different shades of grey clouds with different textures. The darker setting completely consuming the light and a heaviness descends the earth when the clouds roll in. Not heavy in a bad way but it just has a stronger presence. The thunder warning, the wind fragrant with the pre-rain scent. The showers drumming and beating down on the earth, a sound so soothing that it numbs me. There's just this presence about the world after it rains. It's as if the rain washed and cleansed it and now it's making its presence more known and noticeable, ot wants its feelings acknowledged. Walking outside and taking in the more picturesque world around me, sparkling and fresh from the fallen rain drops, is an emotional, reflective moment for me where I just take in the moist air and stand in place thinking. This kind of weather is stirring and sensitive-vulnerable-a time to experience and reflect.

Crystal clear or ocean blue,

Seaweed green and brownish too.

The tiny fish dart around like planes

Two start to race but neither gains.

But down below the water is black,

So dark and deep I want to turn back.

What is down and what is up?

I feel like this is all setup.

Then from the gloom I see a flash!

Then the water is dark as ash.

Suddenly it comes back so bright I hurled,

tiny fish now light up the world!

Such beauty is in this abyss,

This is something I could never miss!

Glittering jewels make up everything!

All these gemstones would make lots of bling.

So now you know the beauty of the water,

Please do not make it something you will slaughter.