I Understand

I want to tell you something important.

I understand.

I feel the rain.

I feel the rain rich with the smell of rugged Texas
when drops pound the dry dirt.

I am the soft pines of Oregon’s Jory clay,
soaked under forever clouds.

I soak in the Indiana musk,
and tree roots under my feet,
that I feel for miles,
like veins under my skin.

I feel the shelter too,
as urgency gives way to rest.

The people settling into coffee shops,
and homes,
and maybe cabins or tents,
as the heavy wet rush turns steady on their roofs,
heavy on their minds.

The workers,
at their desks,
with their tools,
behind their wheels,
wishing they could be home,
or in a coffee shop,
or far away where life wasn’t so hard,
and we could rest easy,
and not want to cry.

I understand. I think it’s alright.

Remember to enjoy the sun as much
when it comes to remind you that life is full of happy little things,
like flower blossoms,
walks on trails,
and dogs and cats.

Remember to be grateful then.

”He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart…“ – Ecclesiastes 3:11