It feels so good in wet and gloomy weather,
When drizzling rain seems blessing sent to me
To put light steps on inspiration ladder,
It’s easier to breathe, the air’s fresh and keen.
Pulling apart the arms of crooked growth
I’m making way to distant forest path,
Where hosts of flowers close by road
Touch and caress my feet with petals fine.
There lofty trees incline to touch my brow
And whisper into ear a newly found word.
I bend to herbage green that shines and glows
To breathe in their fragrance, so once more
Under such spell of sadness, oh so deep,
I’ll take in all the beauty of bad clime,
And open up my soul and hail as bliss
If Nature sees in me her kin, beloved child.