On a rainy morning, I’m hearing Diana Krall crooning. I’m seeing past years’ garden in the rain.
“T’was just a garden in the rain
Close to a little leafy lane
A touch of color ‘neath skies of gray
The raindrops kissed the flowerbeds
The blossoms raised their leafy heads
A perfumed thank you
They seemed to say”
And the sun just came out now and I’m onto the rest of my day.