Rain

Every fall 

I try to change

my mind about

rain - talking myself 

out of dread 

and reframing it 

as being a desirable thing

to celebrate and relish. 

An annual epiphany 

I must revisit often -

since I live in the Pacific

Northwest close to a Rain 

Forest on an island 

where rain 

happens. 

Water of any kind 

makes me happy. 

Rain is water. 

This equation needs

embossed on my brain. 

I raise my arms to welcome

rain today, tomorrow

and the day after - 

like the mighty cedar

does.