A POEM A DAY - UNOBSERVED



Today the mountain is shrouded with cloud as a week of rain descends on the valley. It heightens the feeling of confinement which even after a few days is starting to affect those used to their freedom. We are already thinking of how in the weeks ahead we will need to develop resilience and help each other through the emotional roller coaster of fear, isolation and boredom. 

The rain is gentle, unlike the torrential Spring rains that can torment this land, striping the hills, damaging rural roads and leaking into village houses. I am reminded that this is good rain, good for the trees, the plants, the land, the creatures. While I remain inside, the trees and flowers are drinking, leaves greening, blooming for the bees and the butterflies to feed and pollinate. 




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