Anger cloaks me in a dark passion of corrupt thoughts and evil visions untold.  No day is absent of dissent and the twisted fate of melting dreams and hope scorched in vile slime of failure.

The sun no longer shines in the brilliance that whispers “One of these days…”

Instead, it is another day… just another day like all others.  A day of anxiety.  A day of desperation.  A day of searching… begging… pleading.  Simply a day.  Yes, a day simply of shadows and demons and old memories that haunt and beckon my defeat and utter destruction.

Clouds roll in to meet my mood.  Thunder rumbles.  Lightning flickers.  Rain gently begins to sprinkle the thirsting, cracked and parched ground.  Its rhythm is soothing as a lullaby to a wee one, with whispers of hope and loving comfort.  Birds sing along in delight and bathe happily in little puddles made just for they on this simple day that rests within the harsh ones that have come before and the ones that will come after.  But for today… just this day… there are puddles to play in, and a freshness in the air that invites and embraces, as the dark clouds roll on their way with the thunder rumbling somewhere in the distance of someone else’s day.

So little… so little it takes to delight God’s tiny creatures and bring songs of joy to their simple day.  A simple day with lessons that beckon and give me pause to remove the cloak of anger at least for today… this simple day…  this day of puddles and lullabies and crisp, fresh smells of a new beginning given simply because it was.

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