The sky opens,
raindrops fall,
and sunlight breaks the clouds,
casting its glow
throughout my backyard.
An event, as if tailored for me—
a dance of water and light.
The universe is communicating
through the space between.
I am in tune with the
presence of something greater,
an ephemeral moment,
a timeless memory.
The spectacle is brief,
but its message stays:
there is no separation,
no boundary between struggle and peace,
rain and sun—
only moments of balance
where everything converges.
In this stillness,
I feel the connection—
the universe whispering softly,
and I am here,
grateful for this moment.