WHAT IS IT LIKE OUTSIDE

Dear friends and colleagues,

WHAT IS IT LIKE OUTSIDE (explanation and apology below)
What is it like outside, dear friend
The trees, the flowers, the sun
What is it like outside to know
The children having fun
From my window now the rain pounds down
Can it wash away a curse
Or will a plague beyond our sight
Continue to get worse
What is it like outside, dear friend
I miss our talks, our time
Yet I am filled with gratitude
That your friendship has been mine

In these days when many read verse of hope and miracle, of overcoming horrid pain and loss, I know we share a common prayer -- may the living plague engulfing our world end. Several clients have lost their incomes and are ill. Several neighbors are also ill -- some extremely so. A colleague has died. A few minutes ago from my window I saw the rain pounding down, and I longed to run outside to feel it. Yet, I could not. During this time, a few words poured out of me. I share them above with apology_ -- knowing I surely am not a poet. I just want you to know..... As I write now, the sun is out once again.