Philosophical

I saw spring rain at the end of March.
It drizzled as it was partly cloudy,
Sparkling in periods of angelic light.
It all seemed so much more heavenly
Beaming below the ominous darkness.

Mountains of mighty clouds turned,
Rolling in the vast blue firmament,
Building up in the horizon by dusk,
To hold a majestic double rainbow.

It resonated to the core of my soul.
Like the grind of countless gears,
The beauty of Bach was in the sky,
Roaring thunderously down upon me.

Most pedestrians didn't even notice,
But for one old man taking pictures.
I was standing there taking my time,
Absorbing something that is inside

Reminiscent of a night after rain,
When the streets were all empty,
By cascading lamplights and pines,
The crickets enthralled me so.

These things that seem so futile
Bring about timeless satisfaction.
Not by means of intrinsic beauty,
But by how they reflect ourselves.

Images of Human Connection