Rain – how it seasons the words that I write,
And it’s rhythmic beatings lull my sleep at night.
Inspires contemplation, my welcomed friend.
But when the beach is calling, the love of rain ends.
Isn’t this the way humans are?
Judging, perceiving based on motives and scars?
Consider the defining cause for one’s basis…
How little impact comes from external faces.
*note: If only I could view myself as Jesus views me… beautiful, forgiven, loved, and worthy enough to die for. Jesus is never a fair-weathered friend… He always sees me shine.