My husband came home from an important business trip on Friday. Our family’s schedule has been so clogged up. This week the calendar is finally starting to look like the days will flow into something a little more clear, manageable, and sensible. My husband said to me this morning that he hopes that it’s a rainy day today. There is something about rainy days that insist on your relaxation like no other kind of day. It appears quite sunny out right now, but there’s always hope for later in the day. As Sunday is devoted to poetry on the blog, this is one of the best poems ever written about rain:
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
Hi Kelly,
I don’t love the rain, but Langston Hughes sure makes it sound enticing. It’s raining here, actually. A Winnie-the-Pooh sort of day.
Oh those are good days, Gail!