I don’t make the rain
But I have to respond to wet
Then give its powers respect
There would be nothing without it
Life is rain
Rain is life
Too much of either
Can make you drown
Too much life will do the same
Too little will wilt the land
And starve the need to grow
Life is learning
Rain is growing
Drought is death
No learning is drought
We swim in the middle of wet and dry
Avoiding pain while seeking the gift it brings
One does not control the rain
Nor the winds
That blow in breeze and storm
Like all things living
We meet the day
And what it brings
As It arrives in fortune’s clock
Where we stand
In welcome or fear
In knowing or denial
Trying to accept life’s weather
In illusions of success
That greet the ego
In delusions of importance
That failure brings
And then breath in the hope of spring
And seek warmth
In winter’s denial
Our ship sails into destiny’s winds
Guided by the compass of desire
Avoiding the reality of pain and struggle
Hoping only that we do not have to sail on
The Ship of Job
Nor, the one of Fools
But, even this is not up to me
Because we all sail
On the Ship of Destiny
There is no way to be prepared
Except with the open soul of acceptance
With the will to meet what comes
With an open embrace of everything given
To body and soul
In the genetic gift of living
As a Human being.