Rain to come – the sky lies gray-silver behind
soft clouds of a darker gray. The trees are quiet,
their colors dark and heavy. So one enters the morning
softly as if taking off one’s hat in church. Now comes
the cathedral of rain, – gothic, tall, severe – intense.
We worship the god of inwardness.
~ Nils Peterson, “Rain to Come” in A Walk to the Center of Things
Notes: Poem: via 3quarksdaily.com. Photo by Susan Kanigan, Long Island Sound (January 2018)
Live & Learn 
Beautiful words so well articulated, David and the picture too is so apt.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes Kamal, thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Welcome David.
LikeLike
and it all comes pouring down
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sure does…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Holy rain/a chance for anyone to duck inside for a bit without guilt of wasting time? That’S how I read this.. I love it, even if I’m wrong!
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are ALWAYS right Carol!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh my, I’ll have to print out that statement & put it on the ‘fridge!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
(Hearing you. Proceed softly yet stronger in the stillness of self…..)
LikeLiked by 1 person
You comprehend well. (No surprise)
LikeLike
I love spring and summer thunderstorms. The lightning and thunder clean out my tainted energy and I feel fresh and whole and alive. I imagine church is like that too.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Me too Claudia. Me too…
LikeLike
“The God of inwardness” that’s the one I love 🍀🌿
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are The Goddess of THAT!
LikeLiked by 1 person
💕😇
LikeLike
Susan’s photo is a great match with the poem!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Isn’t it though! Thanks Helen….
LikeLiked by 1 person