Raindrops on roses

If I were President, I’d implement Rain Days … should you awake to rain falling in sheets, right outside your window, you could snuggle in knowing the day was yours alone …

… you could settle back into that dream. After all, how many times does a dream begin to make sense? You shouldn’t be left hanging … especially not on a rainy day …

… meetings for the next day would be postponed–since preparation must take a back seat to the likes of drinking vast cups of coffee … reading a good book … writing … drawing … tinkering …

… you could sleep in late, daydream, and nap in the afternoon if you wished …

… you could sing in the rain; or puddle jump the cares of the world away …

While clouds cried, you, my friends, could rejoice.

But alas, a President I am not. I suppose it’s for the best–I have enough grey hairs as it is. Plus, I suppose even Rain Days would not be all they’re cracked up to be. If I slept in, I would miss the raindrops on the Lenten Roses, which look suspiciously like teardrops. You know, Lenten Roses–Hellebores–are sometimes called the Christmas rose.  Legend has it, a young girl cried because had no gift to give to the Christ child; from her tears sprang the rose.

It just might be enough inspiration to get me through all I need to accomplish today; I may even have enough time for one or two things I love.  Because you know, that would be pretty great too.