Looking Out

Stay indoors and fume jeered
the rain flipping and hurling
itself against my windows and
front door. And I did, wistfully
hoping it would desist, but it
chose not to for an entire day
of relentless downpours under a
sky so thick with dark clouds 
daylight hours were twilight-lit.
Come out and play! invited the sun
illuminating all the rooms of my
home, sending its bright fingers
of light everywhere, brightening
my garden glowing luminous
with warmth. And so I did
just that. Out I went with trowel
in hand and indulged in happy
hours of a gardener's conceit
that it is her loving and gentle
touch which motivates plants
to burst into showy flower and
not, after all, spring rain and sun.