Deemed A Blessing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rain falling from skies of blue, sun still shining brightly,
confusing everyone, mystifying them with this strange chain
of events.

A blessing is what I deem it to be, loving to see the beauty
flowing from it's essence, sending chills up and down my
spine.

Feeling the Divine so close to my heart, touching this mind
and intellect, a wonder filled with curiosity that can never
end until life is finally over and done with.