It’s a chilly, rainy day here and it’s also National Poetry Day. That prompts me to share a poem I wrote about waking up to a day like this. I find rainy days oddly comforting, so much so that I play rain sounds all day when I’m working as a way to get my mind focused on my words and not on the external distractions that can pop up in a writer’s day.
This poem is from my book, My Soul Is From a Different Place and is also included in the book Poiema.
Free Pass
I awake to a dark sky
lighter than night
but subdued and grey,
hiding the sun
and possibility for the day.
Ambitions get washed away,
but the rain and thunder
makes me pause enough
to appreciate that this too
is a gift.
This day
is a free pass
to escape
the driving
pace of an ordinary day.
The lighting cracks
the ground,
shakes the house,
reminds me of the One
who is truly in control.
The leaves hold out
their tiny hands
like children,
reaching out to God,
arms extended,
eyes closed,
with smiles that show
their delight
in feeling the rain
upon their faces.
© Cherie Burbach, “Free Pass,” My Soul Is From a Different Place, 2014
