Light rain mists my day.
Cloudy with no chance of sun
A pot of pinto beans boils
Comfort food to sustain.
Dreams that come true
On a steady diet of patience
I teeter on dizzy news of recognition.
Leary that success will
Drain my creative juices
Let it rain with a calm sense of humility.
A Pitter patter of new stories
Visions revitalized toward new paths.
