For so long here
Without worldly attachments,
I have renounced literature and writing;
I may be a monk in a mountain temple,
Yet, am still moved in seeing gorgeous blossoms
Scattered by the spring breeze,
And hearing the warbler’s lovely song
Let others judge my meager efforts.
- Dogen (1200-1253)
Sort of fits: I went out in front today. It was thundering and acting as if there were about to be a storm. Sprinkling just a bit as I stood, leaning on the mailbox. Looking to the east I found these waiting for me...
As I turned back to the south, it started raining down in earnest, felt pretty good. Cooling and calming. Smiling, I turned and strode up the walk on to the entry iand throught the front door.
Life is pretty okay sometimes...