Elusive

As the profusion of wild flowers dwindles,

I lament over rain soaked fields.

I long for sunshine and warmth.

Little teases of clear, blue skies are infrequent.

I have to remind myself that the forest is lush

because of the copious rainstorms.

I need to give myself a stern reality check

and be thankful that it is no longer snowing.

Contentment is elusive under continual gray skies.

LORD, help me to see the beauty hidden in the rain.