Wind in the trees,
Rain coming fast.
Warmed by a breeze,
Or will it last?
Should we stay indoors
Or be cooled by the rain?
Dance in the garden,
Washing away the pain.
The wind in your hair,
Like an urchin forlorn.
Will you show a care,
After the storm?
Will you run away from the creaking bough?
Find a place to hide,
Or sit there shrieking hour by hour,
whilst staying inside.
Dance in the puddles do not refrain,
Life is for living, so much to gain.
Open the windows and let it all out.
Wonder ever if there was a doubt.
That you would then start to begin,
To release emotions locked from within.
Image: Koan via Morguefile.com
byindiablue 
I love the analogy of a storm that washes away all the debris, and soothes the scorched earth, and gives green things the incentive to grow….that is the kind of storm that you bring…your love of writing, your willingness/desire to share your gift of words is an outpouring of generosity that leaves the reader better for the experience….as always, thanks for sharing
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As always Thank you for the wonderful comment and encouragement.
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Wonderful poetry….love the metaphor.
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Thank you!
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“Dance in the puddles do not refrain,
Life is for living, so much to gain.”
This all day.
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Ooh, you quoted me there…. *Blushes* Thank you!
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