Last Quarter ♒
Though the sky is grey, there is blue behind the cloud.
Though the rain falls, the bells ring blue in the sea of green.
But hark! The sun bursts through dismal banks!
A rainbow garlands shines the southern woods to the poplars of the west.
Though the rain falls, it quenches the thirsty ground.
Though the sky is grey, the sun shines still!
Indeed, after a day of much needed rain, my wife shouted to say the sun had come through and a rainbow could be seen!
Bealtaine blessings and Merry May!