“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you; the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was.”  – Ernest Hemingway

Have you ever seen a rainy day fill you with wonder?

The warm mist slowly,
Yet suddenly
Fills the air so plump
That the beads must drop,

The notes falling freely,
Breaking open that big-old
Red, blue, and purple sky.

Tapping
Truly and purely, a
Million pin drops begin to hum,
Forming their own rhythms.

The melody rises,
Suspended, holding it in mid-air,
While earth’s largest, most binding, and
Blinding force gives in to all of this –

Lifting us, to propel us,
To hear the raindrops hymn
For a few minutes more –

Dispelling All of the past,
All of the present, and
All of the future’s
Worries, day-to-day
Buzzing’s –

Leaving us to hug,
To embrace,
All of life’s
Sustaining wonders.

Work Cited:
Hemingway, Mary Walsh., Phillips, Larry W. “Ernest Hemingway on Writing.” New York, NY. Scribner. 1984.