The Tell-Tale Rain

   12:03pm 6/5/99
   Charles Dum

   People sit all day confined in their little boxes
   While wily little creatures do the same- they're foxes.
   When it rains it pours, people say it is too bad
   As it "ruins their day" or the play that they had.
   Rather take the fox, who delights in the rain
   And takes pleasure in it, rather than pain.
   As the rain falls, take the time to go and stand,
   Let the rain pour upon your outstretched hands.
   Smell the air around, don't sniff but inhale;
   It's got its own story to tell that won't come in the mail.
   Any story worth hearing cannot be written on paper-
   For in destroys meaning that I would rather savor.
   The sweet scent of the little green leaves
   On any plant at home or office or under your neighbor's eaves.
   A flower even, budding or in bloom,
   Raise thoughts, lift hearts, from an impending doom.
   Clear your mind and blank your thoughts
   To ready yourself for an experience which cannot be bought.
   Breathe in deeply, don't exhale the air,
   Let your thoughts be free, and clear.
   The intoxicating scent will stimulate your mind,
   So yourself be free and not by society confined.