O palco por agora pertence à chuva

Estamos no Outono, basta olhar para a rua para sabê-lo. O céu está cinzento e apenas ocasionalmente o sol nos brinda com alguns raios. O vento sopra transportando com ele folhas pintadas de mil cores. A chuva cai quase todos os dias, mantendo-nos fechados em casa junto à Lareira, aconchegados e quentinhos...

Ansiamos por dias mais luminosos... mas por agora temos que reconhecer, o palco pertence a chuva.

E a propósito da chuva encontrei um lindo e inspirador poema de Kahlil Gibran... talvez ele nos faça olhar a chuva de outra maneira...

Song of the Rain – Kahlil Gibran


I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven
By the gods. Nature then takes me, to adorn
Her fields and valleys.

I am beautiful pearls, plucked from the
Crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn
To embellish the gardens.

When I cry the hills laugh;
When I humble myself the flowers rejoice;
When I bow, all things are elated.

The field and the cloud are lovers
And between them I am a messenger of mercy.
I quench the thirst of the one;
I cure the ailment of the other.

The voice of thunder declares my arrival;
The rainbow announces my departure.
I am like earthly life, which begins at
The feet of the mad elements and ends
Under the upraised wings of death.

I emerge from the heart of the sea and
Soar with the breeze. When I see a field in
Need, I descend and embrace the flowers and
The trees in a million little ways.

I touch gently at the windows with my
Soft fingers, and my announcement is a
Welcome song. All can hear, but only
The sensitive can understand.

The heat in the air gives birth to me,
But in turn I kill it,
As woman overcomes man with
The strength she takes from him.

I am the sigh of the sea;
The laughter of the field;
The tears of heaven.

So with love-
Sighs from the deep sea of affection;
Laughter from the colorful field of the spirit;
Tears from the endless heaven of memories.