Agony Of It All Poem by chas garcia

I look out; falling rain drops
one by one, create a puddle,
a stream, from a tributary into a river,
will eventually guide us back to the sea.
The wind in motion, we feel the breeze
that's inviting. As the sky will be blue tomorrow,
the hills in bloom, beautiful back to nature.
can we envision, the tree branches swaying
the skies peaking through the clouds, just, there
to please, if you are to gaze out to the horizon,
What a wonderful sight as this is the moment so
comforting, always there to please.