Something has changed.

For the sky is overcast and the rain is falling, and they did not bring me sadness.

It's a cold rain from which I refrain, but in my heart is gladness.

Connected to gray sky pops the earthy green of the organic shape called the tree line.

A day like this I once called gloom, but today it's name is refreshing and boon.

The sound of rain is like the low hum of a fan that comforts us while we sleep.

It's a present of peace, a promise of drink, a heavenly thing, a stillness that sings.

I am in it this time and not wishing it away. In today, I will stay without a dream of something...different and changed.