After a Gentle Rain (More conversations with flowers…)
After a gentle rain, the world was damp, quiet, and clear. The rich smell of the earth a rare and wistful perfume.
I saw her, dressed in robes of green and yellow. tears glistening on her cheeks,
“Why so sad?” I asked gently, not wanting to upset her further.
“Oh, there is no sadness here. These are tears of joy, tears of hope, tears of wonder.
I held everything in through the long winter until I could hold it no more and burst open to greet the Spring. Life is to be lived, and I’m here to tell you that life is beautiful- every single moment of it. I’m not wasting any of it- no regrets here. I’ll be a beacon of beauty for all to see for as long as I can. and when I’m gone- don’t mourn my loss. Celebrate that I lived so richly, and know that we will meet again when Spring returns, as it always will. Eternal magic, eternal hope.”
The View from Here 