On a soggy rain soaked morning one cannot help but wonder where we all took a turn, Where we all forgot the joy in simplicity. The leaves have unfurled in the tender colors of springtime green and the birds dance from branch to branch in uninhibited joy. For the earth has been reborn after the winter’s long slumber and the light from the glorious shimmering ball of warmth that is our sun once again kisses the earth awakening every seed and passion to spring forth in every beating heart and aspiring soul. Yet, we seem to have missed it. Somehow the simplicity of things remembered is always solace to those of us who seem to be tossing on this turbulent sea. Yeah, the warmth of the sun shining on your face as the dawn awakens, the smells of fresh cut grass and bacon frying in the kitchen. The gentle melodies of the birdsong from the forest, love, laughter and life. A sparkle in the eyes ,the surrender to unbridled passion, a warm breath on your neck and the coarseness of an unshaven cheek as you fall back onto sundried sheets in the strong arms of your lover, the rain beating on the roof , the scent of a morning’s sweat mixed with a crisp fragrance from the pines, and the intensity , the warmth of a long kiss. Letting the world drift away, in all its unmoored discontent. If only for a moment in time. Oh time , time the nemesis that stalks us through our days. I suggest we pull up for a moment and turn on this age old foe. For it is a vigilant stalker, one that must be met with swords drawn, eyes leveled and a fearless heart ready for the charge. I know that somewhere a young girl has felt the pulse of her first love, a young foal has run wide open its first day under the sky on a carpet of green, a wolf has howled at the never ending vista before him, and somewhere someone has simply said no more, turned off the lights, cashed the last check and headed out into the uncharted waters of life, free from the constraints with which this life roped and bound us. May that one be many, for it takes millions of raindrops to make the desert bloom, and deep in my heart I know that if this big old planet rang with peals of laughter and joy instead of cries of sadness and horror , and man’s soul was allowed to be free in pursuit of life , love and truth , she would shine brighter than the largest star in the Universe. I also know that there is not a God recorded in the history of mankind’s time here on the Earth, that would not smile, raise his hands in joy and say, my work here is done, looks like they got this. So hug your neighbor, dance in rain, walk in the mud and simply breathe, love,live and laugh. Be the rains that fall from the storm to this desert, because if this world does not soon bloom, she is going to wither and die.