July Not A Poem Poem by Elena Sandu

July rain, TV images of landfall, destroyed houses, on the net news, rivers overflowing, hostages and crimes, but how strange, all that I see in my surrounding are veggies and flowers happily growing and 'the worst' to observe in my case, um, my shoes and a young girl's skirt are soaking wet, but a kind woman offered to share her umbrella with her.
Should I cry and tremble in fear maybe, for what I see on the screen yet all I do is to be happy and content for what I have, and for the rain that I can feel on my skin. Today. Tomorrow my house could be destroyed in an earthquake or I could lose my life in one way or another but hey, am not afraid, so I try to fully joy my time of now. Today. July came with showers of rain yet I know it will do more good than bad and the sun will be back again no matter what.. Could I live the same way? Could I have the power of rain, help myself and other people grow, be happy but never do harm? Yet.. If I would be harmed over and over again, like we humans do to all the rivers and seas, would I not burst in anger and overflow sometimes? It's only natural? Yeah.. Maybe... But still wish I could avoid all that harm...Still learning...