Some see rain and they think about how the rain will soak their shoes
and hair
and clothes
and books
Some see rain and they think about how they wish they were still in bed
with a good book
with a cup of coffee
with a day away from school
Some see rain and they think about the drive to work
the walk to class
the time outdoors
the cancelled plans
Some see rain and they hate it
they despise it
they wish for it to cease
But what happens
when a forest fire
is raging and soaring and singing and thriving
And the sky is painted orange, and the ground is painted black
Could you only imagine
what would happen
if we were out there
and faintly in the distance
slowly approaching
we saw the same rain
that we had grown to dislike?
Perhaps we could see the importance,
finally,
of perspective.
