I walk outside
and as I stand
I see that last night's rain
still clings to the leaves
of the many plants around me.
I feel a light wind
on my skin;
it is trying to blow
the raindrops off
from their current home.
But still they linger,
lit up by the slow-burning
ever-rising
morning sun.
I stare and appreciate
the intensity of the sun,
reflected in each drop
on each leaf,
sparkling and shining
like it is its own source of light.
And I am reminded that:
Right here, right now, I am okay.