Rain Time

Walking on a rainy day. Grey sky warms my heart. Children playing in a yard wearing yellow rubber boots. What do the dark clouds make them feel? Does their mother see their joy looking out from dripping glass? Are they her joy? Cold drops fall from hanging leaves, striking their faces. When I smile, does it look like theirs? Do they make their father smile?

What is the meaning of this rain and darkness?

To comfort me in grey remorse?, or to sprinkle the day of a child?, or to clean my soul and to make me feel young?