Writing this short poem (previous post) really put me in a better mood. I have harassed the editors who have my manuscript once more: no reply today. I am afraid they will drop me like a hot potato. Sigh. But I am happy nonetheless right now. I have plenty of smokes, it is beautiful warm rain outside, and hubby is at home. 

The rain falls on the table

and splashes like a dozen ballerinas

I am inside, cozy and warm

Listening in on the news from the clouds above

It says we are in for some tough times

It also says life can seem very long sometimes

even if it is over quickly

The news are bad from the skies

the same skies as Ukraine

where thousands of civilians

are stuck without water and starving and  without medication

Our sky is their sky too

but so far so different in its gentle ease here

May the rain bring them much needed water

May the peaceful cherubs play their best tunes to them

as bombs are dropped around

and children’s hungry screams are heard

May they find love in this chaos surrounding them

and the bravery to be peaceful in their mind and hearts 

May they be fearless in their peaceful hearts

and may it rain for the thirsty 

pure water from pristine skies

of land below and clouds above

I bow to the rain and do a dance

a bit like a ballet in my pjs

May Love cover us all

like being drenched in pure sky water

for the rest of our lives