When it rains 
                         it pours, 
unexpectedly.      While 
nourishing flowers and 
washing away the filth 
and debris 
of seasons past, a storm 
can also offer a new 
              sense of wonder.
There’s a scent to the air 
after the rain, 
                           following 
a deluge of personal pain.
   You may find rainbows, 
and you will certainly 
find puddles. 
Keep looking up, but 
watch where you step.

© 2016 j.g. lewis