A Little Morning Rain...

It has been raining for the past few mornings. I like it when I wake up and it is drizzling slightly. The sky is gray, the weather is cool, and the air smells like wet grass. It just puts me in a quiet and reflective mood. In moments like these, having ‘After the Rain’ by Michael Jones playing in the background would be exquisite, with its soft piano tunes combining with gentle woodwinds. I saw a few poems on the Internet today, thanks to Charis. We had a short chat about poetry and nature, while forwarding nature poems and photos around. Poetry really does say so much more than ordinary prose can express.

Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;

If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly!
What though Death at times steps in
And calls our Best away?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O'er hope, a heavy sway?
Yet hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair!
~ Charlotte Bronte

Have you ever heard the stars sing;

Beheld a brilliant moon when it beams?

Or seen the gazelle leap for joy,

As if a tightly wound up toy?

I've seen clouds dancing with the breeze,

Kept in time by the directing trees.

Sunlight floods every fiber and pore,

As plants raise their heads to ask for more.

Birds add their voice to the orchestration,

Playing every day, in every nation.

Have you ever heard the twinkling stars sing,

Praises and honor to an All-Wise King?
~ Judith Bronte

What is life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.
~ William Henry Davies