Rain

A foolish quest, looking for colour on a grey day.
It wasn’t a day meant for colour and quests.

It was a day

to let you take me by the hand
to let you whisper in my ear “stop looking”,
to let you lead me into the garden

It was a day to feel:

The cool of the air
The damp of the rain
The greyness of the day

Soaking my jacket
Kissing my face
Soothing my soul

So I followed your invitation to:

Step over stones over tiles
Bejewelled
Pulsing with blue
Brush past the flowers
Damp with fresh raindrops
Breathe the dank darkness of the wood
Step into the dampness of the rain soaked garden
Let go of expectations
No sunshine, it’s raining
Just be

Pathways open
Archways appear
The vista changes and I turn the corner
The stone talks to me, firmly,
Your’re here now.
It’s time.
That’s the time.
This is the time.

I trace it with my fingers in the rain.
You’re here.
It’s time.