It’s always raining in movies when people are sad. I myself have felt the rain when I am sad.
But, it’s so much more. There have been many times I have felt the rain of joy, love, endings, and grief. The seasons of our tears.
In the spring we feel it’s wet antisipation. We smile knowing something new and fresh is about to begin. As a child is born, tears are like a spring time rain.
The rain’s soft warmth in the summer. It’s the tears of comfort we find in a friend.
The rain of fall as things come to an end. The feeling of the sad song coming to an end.
The cold dark rain of winter. The tears of the end of a love.
We are afraid to step out in the rain. We hide from it just like we do our tears.
There is strength in…
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As the morning sunrise approaches, I knew within moments the thoughts fresh on my mind would be the same thoughts I woke to each morning, saying to myself “time to get up and make coffee.” I rolled out of bed and stumbled over the cat as I made my way to the kitchen only to realize I forgot to pick up coffee beans. I knew from previous mornings I intended to stumble throughout my day without a mug coffee.
Would you find me complaining or stomping on those damn beans? Most certainly I rather get those damn beans than stumble throughout my day. Rest assures those roasted beans would be on the top of my grocery list on any given day.
Say to myself “why can’t I keep things straight with those coffee beans?” I glanced over at the coffee filters on the kitchen counter feeling frustrated . I grabbed the coffee pot and lifted it up towards my head shaking it to see if there was left over coffee from the day before. Only to find a few drops covered in coffee grounds that had leaked through the coffee maker. I placed the coffee pot back on the counter and began looking through all the cabinets, moving and pushing things around. Not a trace of coffee grounds could be found, saying to myself “here we go again!”
I turned around to find my cat on the table outside. I hollered out the window at her to get off the table, only to get attitude. I made my way out to the deck and I picked her up. I said to her”where’s your table manners? Stay off the table!” I gently placed her on the ground and went back inside the house.
I threw on some clothes, grabbed some cash and made my way to the front door saying “damn, I can’t believe this! Those damn roasted beans could make a mockery out of me!”
Out the door I go with those damn beans on my mind, stumbling and fumbling down the street; tripping over everything. I walked down the street with my hair frizzy and out-of-place. All the cars that passed on by, I could care less either way. I walked down the street with a green neon shirt and faded jeans as I fumbled down the street, saying to myself “those damn beans already began to jinx my day!”
I made my way to the coffee shop swinging the front door open in full force, stumbling and fumbling all the way. I walked up to the counter as bystanders glanced and stared my way. Surely I’d forgotten about my green neon shirt and my frizzy hair out-of-place. Thinking to myself “nothing could faze me a bit or stand in my way. Those damn roasted coffee beans; I could smell them a mile away!”
I stood there staring down at those coffee beans hollering to the cashier “extra-large coffee with creamier and make it to go!” I grabbed a pen off the counter and began to write my grocery list. I placed those coffee beans on the top of the list.
I grabbed my coffee and went about my day, sipping on it as I placed the grocery list in my pocket.
Habitual as it may seem, it would appear those roasted beans are imbedded in me. By nightfall without a doubt, I knew those roasted beans would slip my mind.
Will tomorrow repeat itself over those damn roasted beans? I fell asleep and forgot that I had left the grocery list in my pants pockets. Surely by sunrise I will have realized I’d forgotten to get those damn roasted beans…
Copyright By Marsha Beede (2012)
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By Jean Powell