Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.  ~Langston Hughes

It began as a gentle shower,
barely needing an umbrella for cover.
It steadily grew stronger and stronger
until torrential sheets were sweeping
across the roof.

 
Safe inside
I don’t mind the rain.
Its song is rhythmic,
Soothing and cleansing.

 
I close my eyes and
let the rain’s song wash over me
as I begin to let go

 
Of worries that creep to mind,
Of ailments that plague me,
Of things I cannot control.

 
As the rain nourishes
the parched ground
I allow it to expunge my worries
and nurture my soul.

Gratitude can transform common days into thanksgivings, turn routine jobs into joy, and change ordinary opportunities into blessings. ~ William Arthur Ward

Three days before Thanksgiving
Means the school week will be short.
Waking up on Monday morning
I am a happy carefree sort.
I got to school early
With papers to copy
I cleaned up my desk
So it wasn’t so sloppy.
I headed to morning meeting
Feeling ready to go
But got some bad news
Something I needed to know.
My prep period is gone
The librarian is sick
The week isn’t starting
The way I would pick!
No need to despair
I can count on the kids
To make me smile
With their funny bizz
They were working on poems
Of Thanksgiving cheers
They were so funny
They brought me to tears!
So when I count my blessing
Before stuffing my face
I will be sure to be thankful
That I work at such a great place!