standing in the rain

Up near the top of the ridge it has been soft raining all day long. The clouds wander through the trees out back. It is a gentle fall, this heavy drifting mist. Down the in the valley all that is managed is a on and off again spitting that doesn't manage to wet the streets. The wind shift the forest above me, droplets collect on my face, raven and jays swing by.

One day off is not enough but this blessing will carry me smiling through.