When you wake up each morning you can choose to be happy or choose to be sad. Unless some terrible catastrophe has occurred the night before, it is pretty much up to you. Tomorrow morning, when the sun shines through your window, choose to make it a happy day.
Lynda Resnick
The Chinese Garden Sydney 2007
The Burden of Rain
The raindrops just reflected
The clouds that skated by
A mirror of a vision
That once it called the sky
Nothing in its passing
Gave view to what had been
A shower from a storm front
That washed the ground so clean
The petals on each flower
Now bent with all the weight
Could not shed a teardrop
For this it was its fate
Now nothing in that garden
Will ever be the same
Because it felt the sorrow
Of another day of rain
PTT 17.04.17
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