Vanishing Rain

VANISHING RAIN

10/19/11

It’s 51 and raining,

we head to the gate

and off we go

as if the rain’s not there.

There’s a broad smile on my face,

I’ve just read an e-mail from a friend.

Off to San Fran at 30,000 ft 

early in the a.m. she states.

Picture me reading your books she says.

That I do, for I’ve come to know

she’s ready for them. 

More than I was 

when I first picked them up.

One’s a heavy read

on consciousness and philosophy.

The others a quick read, single page quips

but on the same topics.

For that’s the path I’m on

and enjoy sharing it I do.

Especially with such a beautiful mind 

brimming with spirituality she is.

Vanishing rain it is.

For we wander along

as if it’s not there.

This broad smile still gracing my face.

I remember playing golf yesterday,

such a beautiful fall day.

A warm breeze blowing, 

the sun just glowing.

Is it any wonder 

that I notice not the cool rain?

For lost in thought 

I am this day.

May you find an

Inner Peace and Joy

in a situation

that outwardly appears

just the opposite

this day.