Poplars prematurely brown still applaud the stirring symphony breeze.  Grazing geese on a stopover from the north flutter at me slowly driving through their flock.  Holy water from the sky sprinkling blessings.  Faithful boots splashing pouting puddles into childhood delight. 

Nature, simply itself, erases my deadening doubts and pours down, dissolving the past and muddying the future.  I sit inside the dark stormy day, cozy with all change. 

Divine Diva humming and soft singing chanting through the rain.