One Raindrop

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Inside one raindrop the world changes.

Beginning as droplets on chipped windowsills

bringing their forgiveness, happiness, or sadness.

Not because the translucent angel tears

seep emotions out with the rain,

but because it is the rain.

Sunny days are beautiful, but the rain…

the rain reveals true feelings

while rainbows are proof of promise.

Such a beautiful thing in this world is

raindrops on soft and fragrant flower petals

the kind that only bloom for a week or two all year.

It’s a dream.

A dream that replays like a favorite black and white movie.

Maybe it’s a memory? And finally waking up is inevitable

while the sun of a new day beams down its glory.

It’s that one little raindrop filled with life…

that just disappears.

It evaporates into the air

or soaks its way into the stem of that flower.

Here it will forever live on and come back in memory.

Only on another rainy day

will I see that one raindrop,

and be chasing the lilac dream.

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after the rain…

an awakening lives within me

a soul that feeds my heart dripping in pure honey

I breathe in sweet raindrops, a true treasured beauty

while the out-pour streams down my shoulders, kissed by the sun,

renewing till the freckled imperfections appear once more

a blessing, an angel’s kiss when it fell from heaven

bliss flashes forth, graceful with butterfly wings

fast like the hummer, and gone like the wind

sunken in has the rain to my skin

the silver lining of a raindrop

lives on after the rain…

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Flowers and Plump Hummers

Over the weekend, as I thanked my mother for all that she’s done, I was able to see my hometown and feel that same breeze through my hair that I felt as a child. Driving through town with my Mom, thoughts of beautiful memories splashed over my mind like the soft drops of water hitting my face from the slip-and-slide we had built on the hill in our front yard. The neighborhood kids came over that day, and I had a blast running and sliding down the hill.cropped-img_20140712_2034591.jpg

Hometowns make us who we are and more than anything, I think it’s beautiful when you can come back home to feel that reminder. To feel you belong somewhere and will always be loved. I’ve learned that leaving my hometown makes me realize how special it is to me in my heart. Leaving home makes you appreciate it more. To know how much you love your life because of the memories of family and friends you have in that hometown.

Going back home, always reminds me of life and living. Something as simple as Grandma’s flowers that bloom every year can feed my soul with love. It’s a sensation of warmth that ignites from deep within the chest and grows to the heart. Flowers and hummingbirds give me this feeling, too. When I was little, let’s face it, when all of us were little, we didn’t have a job to worry about, we didn’t have homework, or events, and planning. All we had to do was observe and make memories. This was the best time ever in our lives. When we are older, we look back on what gave us this warming sensation in our chests and then when we see these things as adults, we are inspired.

Today, I am inspired by two little hummers, a male and female that are now hanging out at my bird feeder. It’s the first day I saw a hummer at my feeder. It gives me pleasure to watch them drink nectar because they are so beautiful and so tiny. It makes me forget all the daily hassles and things I need to do. They remind me to slow down and just watch. So, I grab another cup of hot coffee and watch these beautiful little creatures while I study for finals and search for my new apartment some more. Hopeful for a kitten I will soon take home. Thankful I’m here to watch hummers, thankful for everything in my life, and all I’ve been blessed with. Because when it really comes down to it, it’s loved ones and nature that matter the most in life, and make us complete.