It’s Quite Humbling

As the rain falls off the edges of the lamp posts,
the leaves right under twirl in a dance with the wind.
And the trees wave at me as if to calm.
And as these tear drops lightly shower my windshield I know that everything’s okay.
That it will all be okay.
My lights are mirrored in the streets.
And as it all moves together I am reminded of something bigger than me.
Bigger than all of us.
A movement.
Motion.
And darling it’s quite humbling.