It Is Enough

Precious the day when rain
falls in sheets, and leaves turn
up-side-down to drink,
when birds cease to argue
and perch quietly, as if it were night.

I go no further into the rain 
than my open window
checking the wind 
marking the sill as dry
breathing freshly washed air.
The muted tattoo on the roof
a mantra for my soul.

I could read, or nap, or write,
but the rain is compelling
and the window seductive
as if creation in this moment
performs only for me. 

The rain will stop, the night will come
and morning will set the birds 
complaining and grocery shopping. 
Leaves will resume their work of shade,
and petunias will face the sun.
There will be branches to prune,
flowers to dead-head, weeds to pull.

But not yet. 

Now there is the window,
and the rain. 
It is enough.

“It is Enough” Copyright © 2025 by Carole Johannsen ’86 M.Div. With permission by the author.