Rain, Rain Don't Go Away, But Let the Sun Shine Through

The rain has fallen for nearly one week.  There has been moments during this duration where depression did a tap dance on my soul.  Suddenly a brief glimpse of the sun broke through and I felt as though I could breath again and a smile grew on my face.
After that, periods of showers greyed the skies, but I knew the sun was only sleeping and immediately broke out of my gloom.  Today the sun is shinning in all its glory and the anemic flowers are bursting with life and color. There was egg on my face all right!  Imagine being sad because its raining?  I felt so foolish.
When I looked around and saw life right in front of me, a lesson was learned.

 I will dance in the rain as I celebrate the gift.  My beautiful garden is alive with spectacular colors . 
My children grew and I am now thankful for the bequest of rain.
I kissed my flowers one by one and told them I was sorry for my selfishness.
There was a great lesson learned.  When I am in a egotistical mood, I will step back, take a breath so I don't turn blue.  My little girl has finally learned to share!

Magnificence

There is perfume all around
Petals twirl and dance, a ballet performed in nature
Suddenly they are wisped up landing delicately
The little girl is there and never forgets
Beauty unsurpassed as time transports woman

Deadly Tale

There lays within me a tale to tell

With this tale a war would ignite

An ornate gate, wrought iron, masterly and artistic

A face from the arts hides within

Dancing above my head, a skeleton key that haunts the soul

Many would parade its head for all to see

This girl disagrees

The days become weeks, and weeks months

Haunting becomes a daily ritual

Each day the leather bound beauty teases me to color

There is anger poisoning the world

Why can’t the animal hibernate through its journey?

Hopefully answers will reveal itself when we draw the last line

Feelings must stay deep within abyss

Wars will erupt

Friendships will crumble

Decision to stay silent is best prescription

Secretly language can still tell a tale

Just read between the lines