fall to lift

Been quite rainy where I live. Love its sound on the metal roof outside.
Covered balcony, comfortable chairs, take it all in while wetness hide.
Directly beside, forest connected, mighty trees.
Giants mixed with saplings. Rich soft earth, peaceful and free.
Most every day I spend a few hours, tidying up this abandoned space.
Fallen branches, the beauty enhances, harmonious natural way.
Yesterday a lull in the weather, out to clear some more ~
All was wet, returning rain and yet, I worked on. Got drenched to the core.
Instead of bothered, comforted rather, inflow the rhythm of life ~
Not an outsider, connection tighter, experiencing full affinity insight.
Interesting older. Slowing down. More seeing, feeling around.
Not in a hurry, less reasoning and worry. Awareness the moment, being ground.
Listen and breath, of change on its eve, embarking on a radical shift ~
One for all, the not needed to fall, with the passion of love shall lift.