I taught a workshop at the Colorado Christian Writers Conference today! We were learning about noticing what’s going on around us. This is what I wrote:
The clatter of rain on my roof—
faster, harder, louder …
then outshouted by the thunder’s crash.
“Hey, that’s not fair!
I planned to walk in the sunshine,
photograph mountains, elk, and flowers!
Why is it raining?”
God won’t answer that, of course.
He’s not accountable to me.
“We need the moisture,” I remind myself as I step out anyway,
spotting wriggling worms,
golden shades of sandy mud,
50 colors of rain gear on the field,
and one white peak glowing
in the light of the Son …