I could fixate on the dreary gray skies.
I could scowl at the rain overhead.
Then again I could admire the scent of the earth
and dance through puddles instead.
I could curse at the long lines of traffic
I could gripe about being late.
Then again I could turn on the radio
and sing along while I wait.
I could let the world tear me down.
Believe me, adversity is everywhere.
Then again I could roll up my sleeves
and smile through my despair.
I could look for the imperfections:
the faults, the flaws, the stains.
You could too, but don’t trouble yourself,
come dance with me in the rain.