“When it rains”
When it rains it sometimes pours…
If it were raindrops falling on my head I’d find my friend, my companion, my greatest strength near.
If the rain were steady and thunder cast lightning I’d hear a voice whisper subtle in my ear saying “this too shall pass.”
Days of thunder can appear with such madness. Whereas she can be found near with such comfort of warm gentle hands, a hug to keep a storm’s formation away.
Perhaps God’s will silenced the withering storm as it unsurpassed the pastures left behind unscathed. The storm that could have flooded the earth now surrenders to the sound of harmony under a willow tree from afar.
It is there she sat under this old willow tree looking up into the sky as the clouds lifted. The glimmer of sun shines through the scatter clouds as the storm settles and embarks onto another journey.
It is there under this willow tree she rested, waiting, anticipating my arrival from afar left undone, dry in the musk left behind.
I walked this distance from afar and sat next to her with my head leaned into her shoulder. I closed my eyes as she placed her hand gently on mine and said “the storms have passed yet another day.”
Poem From “Parallel Waterfront”
Written by Marsha Beede
All Rights Reserved 2016
Parallel Waterfront/Parallel Border Novelist 