Snow on the mountain

As the storm moves in upon the mountain of where we stand ,
we waver in our decision to run down the mountain or be consumed by the storm.

We run , and run, and run . . . when we realize that it is pouring rain . . .  below us . . .
We are abouve the clouds  . . .  . . looking down on earth . . .
where it is steaming and raining cats and dogs .

The clouds begin to move upwards , they move in around us .
It begins to snow . . .
We stop to taste the summer snow flakes upon our toungue.
We stop to smell the virgin rain, fresh from the cloud
We stop to see the beauty all around us
We stop . . .

Now I know I am in heaven.


Lark