“Each thing organizes the space around it, rebuffing or sidling up against other things; each thing calls, gestures, beckons to other beings or battles them for our attention; things expose themselves to the sun or retreat among the shadows, shouting with their loud colors or whispering with their seeds; rocks snag lichen spores from the air and shelter spiders under their flanks; clouds converse with the fathomless blue and metamorphose into one another; they spill rain upon the land, which gathers in rivulets and carves out canyons.” SpaceAttentionSunAirLandRocksColorBattleShadowRainBlueCloudsSeedsLoudGesturesShelterOrganizeRetreatSpidersShoutingWhisperingSpillsConversesCanyonsAbram Author:David Abram
“April Rain It is not raining rain to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on the hills. The clouds of gray engulf the day And overwhelm the town; It is not raining rain to me, It's raining roses down. It is not raining rain to me, But fields of clover bloom, Where any buccaneering bee May find a bed and room. A health unto the happy! A fig for him who frets!- It is not raining rain to me, It's raining violets.” MayRoomsFieldsFlowerBedRainTownsRoseCloudsHillsGrayBeesVioletAprilFigsDaffodilClovers Author:Robert Loveman
“Hey there's not a cloud in the sky It's as blue as your goodbye And I thought that it would rain On a day like today Hey there's not a cloud in sight It's as blue as your blue goodbye And I thought that it would rain The day you went away He's on the buses and the aeroplanes With some groceries and a sleeping bag” TodaySongSleepSkyRainSightBlueCloudsHeyGoodbyeBagsBusGroceriesAeroplanes Author:Wendy Matthews
“As the days go on toward July, the earth becomes dry and all the flowers begin to thirst for moisture. Then from the hillside, some warm, still evening, the sweet rain-song of the robin echoes clear, and next day we wake up to a dim morning; soft flecks of cloud bar the sun's way, fleecy vapors steal across the sky, the southwest wind blows lightly, rippling the water into little waves that murmur melodiously as they kiss the shore.” WayLittlesStillsEarthSongNextWaterMorningSunClearSkySweetWindFlowerGoes OnKissingSummerRainWake UpCloudsWaveBlowWarmStealingBarsEveningDryShoreEchoesThirstNext DayJulyRobinsVaporMoisture Author:Celia Thaxter
“If I had the perspective of the whole, perhaps I'd see it? That which seems evil, is it a cloud to bring rain, to bring a greater good to the whole of the world? Who would ever know the greater graces of comfort and perseverance, mercy and forgiveness, patience and courage, if no shadows fell over a life?” IfsKnowsWorldWholeSeemsEvilGreaterGracePerspectiveComfortShadowRainMercyPerseveranceCloudsGreater GoodMercy And Forgiveness Book:One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are Source: One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are