Blessings on a Rainy Day

A gave myself a gift this morning.
Wrapped in a warm coat, I stepped outside to sit with nature.
I sat down on my grandma's patio chair that now sits on my front porch.
My cup of steaming tea danced with the cool, rain soaked air of the morning.
A book sat peacefully opened in my lap.

Suddenly I heard a voice encouraging me to be in the moment.
Eyes closed, hands folded.
When the cool air entered my lungs it was like a breath of heaven.
I could smell and taste the rain.
Nature was in me and I was in nature.

I could hear the song of birds from all around the neighborhood.
I could hear the rain tango with the earth; drops on the tree leaves, streams in the streets, trickling down the gutters, clapping against the roof.
A tender breeze moved my hair.
I was at peace in a moment of tranquility.
Nothing could find me there besides the God I seek.

The God of spring is washing away the winter.
The God of my heart is washing away my worries.
The love that is implanted in my soul finds nourishment in the tranquil waters.
The root of perseverence is strengthened by God's renewing synergy.
I am in nature and nature is in me.

A poem by Tiffany A. D'Amours