May Gratitude Rain Down on Me

A poem

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It’s raining today.
But I have a coat,
so I’m going out anyway.

My feet are getting wet.
I look down, smile, and hope
I never forget

how lucky I am to see the drops fall,
to witness exquisite nature,
to even be here at all.

In this moment, so special.
No past, future, only now.
Small, yet monumental.

I stop a while, mesmerised,
as the water feeds our world.
And as it subsides,

a rainbow arrives to proclaim
the grand truth — a beauty unseen
if it weren’t for the rain.