
Roaring rivulets of running rain follow their path into the storm drain
The cooler air cracks and sparks with thunder and lightning
The chilly August air feels alien in comparison to days past
I don’t know where the water might go, and I don’t need to
It always finds a way
Holiness is knowing your ignorance and being aware of your limited imagination
Things follow their own path and nature takes its course
Were we able to allow ourselves to do the same…
We bring our past along like treasured baggage
We think it defines us when in reality it confines us
You can’t live the day until it arrives and you survive it
And perhaps it will put a smile on our faces, both the rain and this realization
As we run our races, barreling towards our own finish line
No matter where the water goes or where we shall end
This day is new
You should be too
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